Hello, darling. Sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud. Especially that, but I should have known. You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
Richard SikenI 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 SikenIโve been rereading your story. I think itโs about me in a way that might not be flattering, but thatโs okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up. Anyway: story received, story included. You looked at me long enough to see something mysterioso under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks. Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
Richard SikenI woke up in the morning and I didnโt want anything, didnโt do anything, couldnโt do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.
Richard SikenThe narrator blames the birds. And you want to blame the birds as well. I blamed the birds for a long time. But in this story everyone is hungry, even the birds. And at this point in the story so many things have gone wrong, so many bad decisions made, that itโs a wonder anyone would want to continue reading.
Richard Siken