No rescue boat can save the touches I left bobbing in the wild ocean of your flesh, but if they cut open your heart, like the belly of a shark, dumped its contents on a table—would there be any trace… — Jeffrey McDaniel Copy Share Image
“This wasn't a commodifiable realization, the kind of thing in college essays or inspirational books or the hardbound journals of gentle ladies. There was no ah , no ha , no relaxation or humor folded into this realization. There was… — Catherine Lacey Copy Share Image
