Some women make it look so easy, the way they cast ambition off like an expensive coat that no longer fits.
To live in a city is to be forever flinching.
These bits of poetry that stick to her like burrs.
The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out.
A few nights later, I secretly hope that I might be a genius. Why else can no amount of sleeping pills fell my brain? But in the morning my daughter asks me what a cloud is and I cannot say.
Also she signed away the right to self-destruct years ago. The fine print on the birth certificate, her friends call it.