I hope you never get this. I want you to come through that door, take us away just like you always said. But you can’t. You can’t come here… not right now. And I can’t go with you. If you come here, they’ll catch you. If we go with you, they’ll find us. It can’t end like that. I can’t let it end like that, not for us… and not for Sylvie. I can’t let that happen. So we’re gonna go. If you come looking for us here, we’ll be gone. I’ll go somewhere where no one knows who we are, or we can wait for the time to be right and the world to forget about us. I don’t know how to explain this any better, but I know you know what I’m talking about. We’ve waited so long. We’ve just got to wait a little longer. Come find us. I know you will. I hope you will. We’ll find each other. I love you so much. I do.Ain’t Them Bodies Saints (2013)
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn’t, not really. Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it. I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea. Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.