Practice is invaluable... honesty is indispensable.

She is a cat with a burning tail, an ant under a microscope, a fly about to lose its wings to the curious plucking fingers of a third-grader on a rainy day, a game for bored children with no bodies and the whole universe at their feet.

Wow. This makes grand central look like a bus stop in Buttfuck Nebraska.

She couldn't be on his wavelength all the time. That's all. When you could recognize that and deal with it, you were on your way to an adult relationship.

Luck's the word those with poor hearts use for ka.

There seems to be no air in the air she breaths.

I like to hang out clothes on windy days. Sometimes that's all I feel like. A sheet on a line.