"Do not let the boys come to you with their mouthes like promises and give you nothing but cruelty. Do not love them for their idle kindness. Do not give yourself the impossible task of curing their blindness. Do not count your flaws to distract yourself from theirs. If they tell you they are a sex addict and you are better off forgetting them, do not ignore them. Do not bruise your own knees to make them sorry. Do not destroy yourself so they will stay. Do not forget that you taste like a gun wound when you smear red over your lips. That your hips represent three generations of starting over. That loneliness has bore its way into every woman in your family and yet, here you are, so willing to share your mouth full of stars. It’s no wonder you choke up whenever you lie outside alone. You are the universe in tangible form."