Always fornicate / Between clean sheets and spit on a well-scrubbed floor.

What after all Is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean

I love clean sheets. It's the simultaneous reminiscence of how they got dirtied to begin with, and hopeful anticipation of what stories they will live to tell next time you are standing fatefully in front of the washing machine.

Between
Our birth and death we may touch understanding
As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

I sometimes think
His critical judgement is so exquisite
It leaves us nothing to admire except his opinion.

What after all Is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean