Wednesday, August 3, 2011
"I couldn't take anymore; I needed to 'marry the bed,' as Anne Sexton phrased it, when I got home. I want to drink of you with a thirst that is unquenchable, and then have you do the same. I want to lose control and drift out of the world. You could burn me to ash in your hands, and then breathe me in, if you wanted."