I tell you, I felt like an elephant that night, the night of the harvest. Each furrow put on airs in the moonlight, and the stars were so much confetti that took more than one lifetime to fall … I blundered about, wondered where to sit; I asked after you. My trunk was so heavy— and can you . . .
On Anatomy and Physiology
I still remember just how you look naked, the pale curve of your back, the quiet inlet where it bends to meet the taper of your waist, shower water wending where it will along the architecture of your form. There may have been studies of a form such as yours, that begged charges look and . . .