I am a cigarette with a body attached to it

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

There's literary creation and literary business. When I first got something accepted, it gave my life a validation it didn't otherwise have.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.

That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.

You're a beautiful drunk, daughter. But you're a drunk.