It’s all very true! It’s a weakness to be so affectionate, but I can’t help it. No doubt my health would be much better if it was otherwise, still I wouldn’t exchange my disposition if I could. It’s the cause of much suffering, but it’s a consolation to know I possess it when I wake up in the night.

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.

I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal.

I want to kiss you.
Like big, fat kisses. Or angels. Or stars.
Or something. I don’t know.
Love poems never make sense to me.
Poets say things like “Your teeth are flowers.”
or “Your eyes are miracles.” But you
aren’t miracles. Or flowers. You
are some sweet boy with a good smile
and a shaky heart. Come kiss me.
I’m in love with the miracle of your body
beside my body.