I listened to the episode of This American Life devoted to David Rakoff. I was particularly struck by his wedding poem, a fable told by a man at the wedding of his ex-girlfriend and former best friend. The full poem can be read here:
“We’re creatures of contact. Regardless of whether we kiss or we wound,
Still we must come together.
Though it may spell destruction, we still ask for more,
Since it beats staying dry, but So Lonely on shore.
So, we make ourselves open,
while knowing full well its essentially saying,
‘Please, come pierce my shell'”