I broke that town in half like a wooden match.

It was like the beginning of life and laughter. It was the real meaning of the sun

The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.

my youth, one time, that time I knew even through the nothingness, it was a celebration of something not to do but only know.

Was I the only person who was distracted by this future without a chance?

I have been treated better than I should have been---not by life in general nor by the machinery of things but by women.

Why do we embroider everything we say with special emphasis when all we really need to do is simply say what needs to he said? Of course the fact is that there is very little that needs to be said.