If only a group of people were more important to me than the idea of a Novel, I might begin a novel.
A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief.
So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead.
The box is only temporary.
Doreen had intuition. Everything she said was like a secret voice speaking straight out of my own bones.
Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.