The Sisters were Southern Baptist, and they went to church on Saturdays and Sundays, and most other days, too.
Oblivion eyes on a cereal box, the warm blinds of a father lost and last to know lost and last to love last boy lost you can't see even a bubble once it's popped
I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.
the missing piece my breath my heart my memory me the other half the missing half
There are no coincidences.
Are you kidding? I'm supposed to put my books in this filthy tin coffin?