Jerome was sliding and climbing on top of me and it felt like it had the night before, like a crushing weight. So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.

Lux spent the ride dialing the radio for her favorite song. "It makes me crazy," she said. "You know they're playing it somewhere, but you have to find it.

She wanted a book to take her places she couldn't get to herself.

Scars crossed her welded wrists.

But I care about the reader, and I'm trying to keep the reader's attention for as long as I can.

But what humans forget, cells remember. The body, that elephant

All sixteen mentioned her jutting ribs, the insubstantiality of her thighs, and one, who went up to the roof with Lux during a warm winter rain, told us how the basins of her collarbones collected water.