This is my favorite by her. Thought maybe you could add it.
You love each other until the city becomes beautiful.
Until this gutter becomes a monument to that time you
needed menthols, in the pouring rain, in the summertime,
in the middle of the night. Until the street lamps lighting
the way to sundown become constellations guiding you home.
You love each other until you build yourself a city.
The couch is City Hall, the TV set is County Jail, the bed
is an elementary school playground. It is always recess.
You love each other until the city loves you back.
Lining up crosswalks with your doorstep, placing
taxicabs on corners. There is a deli with ice cream
up the block, you have everything you need.
You love the city, when you love each other.
And when you wake up in a city that you don’t recognize,
and the traffic lights blink angry,
it is not because the city has grown cold.
It is not because your hands no longer fit in his.
It is because it is someone else’s turn to lean
out her window into the cold cold morning and say,
Baby, look at all those traffic lights, blinking their way into dawn.