Life's Bottom Decile

Don't know if this'll work, but I'll try to steal from Dunn again for life's worst from the same poem...

“When I betrayed, I loved chaos, loved my crazed version of the sane. When I betrayed, I loved fidelity, home. I love more carefully now. But never to have betrayed, admit it, is a kind of lethargy or rectitude, a failure, pure.”

“I love the way my cat Peaches brought the live rat to the door.”

“I love that there’s a secret behind every secret I’ve ever told.”

“Who isn’t selfish enough to love zoos? Flamings, baboons, iguanas, newts. Surely evolution has a sense of humor. Surely the world would be something to love if it weren’t for us, insatiate, our history of harm.”

“So rarely do I raise my voice, what a pleasure to rant. How seriously I’m taken then! Words as bullets, emblems of the heart… language every woman understands.”

“I love that the casinos are open and near, and sometimes after midnight too, for indulgence or danger’s sake… I love taking my place among the prodigal escapees screaming for sevens, and one big time when everything went my way, I loved placing all that cash on my wife’s sleeping body, loved come morning, to see her waken like that, covered with luck.”

“To give succor to the dying and to kiss the diseased. To put a coin in a leper’s hand, and to hold that hand. I love such love, and am its failure.”