"_ _ the game is to draw one / or the other to the end in pieces / until someone made whole / can swing _ _ "
"My hands were not meant for prayer but they fold anyway not to God, but to gravity."
"Oh no, it’s one of those days when all the music sounds good..."
"Women who ring around the rosie, pocket full of posies. We ashes. We fall down. We call. We shoot the shit. We gab, we idle."