I want to be eaten alive. I wantto feel wanted.

If I tell my bones they’re a cagemaybe they’ll keep thissnarling heart contained.

There’s so much world and sea and salt andwhat I want to know is how much does it frighten you?How much does it make you shake?

You can’t build a lifeon another human being. We’re foundationsof sand. We’re Atlas buckling under the sky.