"The sound was loud / as a gun shot fired in the night or a line / of sharp July thunder, like a deep / scream, the kind that rises out / of our core when forced to let a piece / of ourselves go" 
 "Be good to me and remind me to be good to you." 
 "it was I who warmed / my hands by your fire, / carried it down the mountain, / believed dividing your flame / would not diminish your heat." 
 From "Change": "Do not run from her. It's rude / and will hurt her feelings. / She's faster than you anyway."