I suddenly feel left out of a future that isn't even going to happen.

I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me.

grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the slightest gust that buries itself deep in the ground while everyone is sleeping

It's as if someone vacuumed up the horizon while we were looking the other way.

What kind of world is this? And what do you do about it? What do you do when the worst thing that can happen actually happens?

She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.

This is the secret I kept from you, Bails, from myself too: I think I liked that Mom was gone, that she could be anybody, anywhere, doing anything. I liked that she was our invention, a woman living on the last page of the story with only what we imagined spread out before her. I liked that she was ours, alone.