Today life opened inside me like an egg.

Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside

Look to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth. God is not indifferent to your need. You have a thousand prayers but God has one.

I think of myself as writing for one person, that one perfect reader who understands and loves.

I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.

Now I am just an elderly lady who is full of spleen, who humps around greater Boston in a God-awful hat, who never lived and yet outlived her time, hating men and dogs and Democrats.

I tell you what you’ll never really know: all the medical hypothesis that explained my brain will never be as true as these struck leaves letting go.