something is always falling apart in me.

You build a wall to keep something unwanted out … or to hold something precious in.

eskimos maybe? believed stars were holes in the sky where people who died could peek through at you

I can give or take elephants; I never can find the cheetah-but the zebras captivate me. They'd be one of the few things that would fit if we were lucky enough to live in a world that's black or white.

But will you miss me? More importantly - will I miss you? Does either one of us really want to hear the answer to that question?

Violence up close has a smell. Like copper blood and charcoal burning.

I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.