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.
The hawk moves out of the way to let a little hot package of breath rise up.
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!”
We never really had what might be considered a normal conversation.
Americans have always a kind of tenderness for cheat.
I needed a paycheck a lot more than I needed to be kissed.
I’ll see you on the sea, they say, but then they float past on a raft
We’ve seen the news. We know the story. How even our bodies hurt us.
He fell to the floor and begged the gods. The gods were silent.
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.
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!
I am always hungry & wanting to have sex. This is a fact.
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.
My spirit twinkles like tea lights above a backyard patio in 1950s Queens.
I’m a theatrical lyricist. I would never choose to look fat in public.
She’d planned to choose an adult film and lie back with him to watch.
In the street waiting for a cab, Ann’s boyfriend entrusted me with the story.
I would chase it to the shores of the lake where the killer waited.