By the time I looked over my shoulder, the sun had already fallen.
End of October, days recede quickly into night. Leaves fall in slow motion.
I used bravado to protect myself when we lived in poverty.
Alone but one year sober and my parole’s nearly done.
The hawk moves out of the way to let a little hot package of breath rise up.
Man is always beginning everything anew, even in his own life.
I grabbed him by the face and told him life only comes to a person once.
She favoured me with an even more viciously scornful “Don’t care!”
I’ll see you on the sea, they say, but then they float past on a raft
Identify where you came from, where you are, and where you wish to go.
He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.
Why not keep singing when another car pulls up to the light?
“You need me,” says the mind. “I just want what’s best for you.”
Ah, yes, Rita reminded herself: I won. Her Mistress of Mayhem award.
Keely finally stops crying when they step outside. The shock of cold.
We imagined the train routes through the heart of the country.
Some days Barbie Chang wants to hang up her Asian boots.
Barbie Chang asks why the evil one always has black hair.
Why does she do it? She knows cutting yourself is a joke. Goth, idiotic.
I hate it here, but I’ll make the best of it, because that’s what mothers do.
My advice can be succinctly expressed in three words: Persist, persist, persist!
He phones from across the country after lying in the grass with another.
My father was neither kind nor strong in his bruising.
When we’re all together like this it feels like hope is a possibility.
No one tells you what it sounds like out in the streets when bullets clang.
I’m a theatrical lyricist. I would never choose to look fat in public.