"People will call her what they will, but none of the names we have for her can describe how happy I imagine her to be."

“All I can think is that everywhere March must be different. The fat man, bearded, in thong sandals, tells me dryer #1 is broken, holds up to me his limp sweatpants—It didn’t dry a thing, he says.”

“The frosted window, above my kitchen sink, wasn’t open so I couldn’t make out the words, only what sounded like the noise of squabbling blue jays.”

“I understood that a crying man was not a gay man, and Stainless and I were not friends.”

“Every day is an offering, and I am giving bits of myself to you. I am overcome with a sudden grief.”

“Hope and momentum propelled us through recessions and housing crises, through breakups, deaths, wars, and other losses.”