The night is falling down around us. Meteors rain like fireworks, quick rips in the seam of the dark... Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas - a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak.

His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.

It is a remarkable question- Do all the wonderful things happen when we are not aware of them?

Nathaniel closes his eyes and jumps, his arms glued to his sides like that fly's. He doesn't try to break his fall, just hits hard, because it hurts less than everything else.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.

In half hour my mother has managed to give me what my father couldn't: my past.

i'm sure i'm worth a lot more dead than alive