Notice, notice; let noticing take the place of screaming.
There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.
She dreamed of leaving, but she had too little exposure to the world to imagine where to go.
We only have babies when we're young enough not to know how grim life turns out.
...and he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her, little by little by little.
When the dawn light is coursing through the slats in the shutters at last, making thin stripes on the floor, she, tossing, decides that for every human soul there must surely be a possible childhood worth living, but once it slips by, there isn’t any reclaiming it or revising it.