Top Highlights

• That a woman on a sinking ship becomes a life raft—no matter how soft her skin.
• I touch his ears. No use. I turn him over. To face it. The cathedral in his sea-black eyes. The face not mine—but one I will wear to kiss all my lovers good-night:
• A flame caught in a mirror the width of a coffin.
• The city so white it is ready for ink.
• Show me how ruin makes a home out of hip bones.