In a Cafe" I watched a man in a cafe fold a slice of bread as if he were folding a birth certificate or looking at the photograph of a dead lover.

The Pill Versus the Springhill Mine Disaster When you take your pill it's like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside you.

Our names were made for us in another century.

The bookstore was a parking lot for used graveyards. Thousands of graveyards were parked in rows like cars. Most of the books were out of print, and no one wanted to read them any more and the people who had read the books had died or forgotten about them, but through the organic process of music the books had become virgins again.

We looked like a parade barely moving toward YOU MIGHT GET LOST.

It's pretty hard to have faith when everybody is trying to lock you up.

Excuse me, I said. I thought you were a trout stream. I'm not, she said.