“It’s just half an hour, / it’s just a marriage, just a week’s worth of sex, it’s just / easier to move my thumb along the screen protector / like it’s tender, it’s just grief after grief after / your kid at a baseball game after grief after gif / after grief”

“I needed to know that others had endured what my family was going through, regardless of the outcome.”

“One of us remembers the honeyed ink / in the waiting womb…”

“The dogs sniffed my rhinoceros feet with delight.”

“One spring, the tree—their oak tree—developed a strange rash.”

“Military folks the world over will tell you theirs is not a business of violence…That’s a lie.”

"Getting clean meant coming to terms with all the ways that the most comforting aspects of your life could also be the most destructive."

Everyone thinks they know what love is, but most have no clue. Reading hooks' works on love, you’ll likely discover, for the most part, that nobody loves you. Not your family, not your friends, not your “lover.” You also might discover that you don’t love anyone either.

“This is the Delta, where you can look and look but find no visible demarcation line between the salt waters and the fresh waters.”