October 6, 1995 - Your cold hands left ghosts on my skin where they touched. I am a sick puppy who I needs you more than she would like to. I was born into this world with need. The need for the tender love of my mother who was too fragile to paint herself into the masterpiece she was. I think she paints with her fingertips now.

June 8, 2001 - Yesterday I saw tiny ducklings in the pond following their mother and realized my mind had been tirelessly following you. Please, guide me down the meadow of your body. Guide me down sad rivers, oceans, and the shallow lakes on your chest. When the sky was the darkest you cried. You cried until your body convulsed. You and I were made of raindrops. I have tried drowning in my bathtub, but drowning never felt as good as it did with you.