- "The look on his face was strange, wild, vain"
- "I poured with a shaking hand, / a fragrant, bone-dry white from Italy"
- "It was then that I started to scream"
- "I feared his honeyed embrace, / the kiss that would turn my lips to a work of art."
- "I visited, odd times,/ parking the car a good way off"
- "What gets me now is not the idiocy or greed / but lack of thought for me. Pure selfishness."
- "I miss most, / even now, his hands, his warm hands on my skin, his touch."