There is the world, remade.
And when you’re tired, you crawl into your flower and go to sleep. During the day, everyone talks in colors instead of sounds. It’s so quiet.” She closes her eyes, says slowly, “When people fall in love, they burst into flames.
We. Are. Off. Our. Feet. I look up. The air’s shimmering with light. The world is. Or I’m imagining this. Of course I am.
I watch the vein in his neck pulse. I watch him convert oxygen to carbon dioxide. I watch him existing and existing and existing.
We breathe and breathe and breathe together.
I’ve never been to a party before, didn’t know it was like being miles and miles underground, where demons walk around with their hair on fire.
Los actos de atrapar al vuelo, lanzar, patear y golpear me producen alergia en todas sus versiones.
So we grapple with the mysteries, each in our own way.
I know I’m smiling just to look at him. I know that what he just said is making something unfurl inside. I know that all around the porch, a thick curtain of fog hides us from the world.
No matter where I look inside myself, I come across more love for him, for everything about him, his anger as much as his tenderness – he’s so alive, he makes me feel like I could take a bite out of the whole earth.
There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds.
This boy beaming before me, however, seems to glow in a class all his own. He must be from a very friendly part of the Milky Way.
El amor hace y deshace. Atrae la dicha y la desdicha con igual intensidad.
I’ve disappeared, which is good really, because suddenly I don’t have a clue what to do with my face or body or smashed-up heart.
She’s like a flower that talks – an evangelical daffodil.
Oh, all right,” she says, totally surprising me. “I’ll give you the sun.
Real life blows. I’m allergic to it too.
I have a very low eerie threshold.
The truck blasts through the trees and I stick my hand out the window, trying to catch the wind in my palm like bails used to, missing her, missing the girl I used to be around her, missing who we all used to be. We will never be those people again. She took them all with her.
Meeting your soul mate is like walking into a familiar house. I do recognize everything. I could find my way around in the dark.