I wouldnโt kill your pony. Iโd like to believe it, anyway. Iโd like to believe I wouldnโt drag you out in to the woods and leave you there, either. So far, it hasnโt come up.
Richard SikenYouโre falling now. Youโre swimming. This is not โโโโโโโโโโharmless. You are not โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโbreathing.
Richard SikenLet me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. Itโs two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, Iโd know it was something true. Now Iโm trying to dig deeper. I didnโt want to write these pages until there were no hard feelings, no sharp ones. I do not have that luxury. I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again. I want more landmarks, less landmines. I want to be grateful but Iโm having a hard time with it.
Richard Siken