if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands
If we could only learn to look on evil as evil, whether it’s clothed in filth or monotony or magnificence.
Don’t you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered—and I was delivered to you—to be worn. I want you to wear me, like a watch-charm or a buttonhole bouquet.