I am so hungry for a big smashing creative burgeoning burdened love.
It never occurred to me to say no.
What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid.
Sometimes I nursed starfish alive in jam jars of seawater and watched them grow back lost arms. On this day, this awful birthday of otherness, my rival, somebody else, I flung the starfish against a stone. Let it perish.
I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.
I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.