Even If They Knew The Truth Of

I Suppose, I Said, It Is One Definition Of Love, The Belief In Something That Only The Two Of You Can See.

The Anorexic Body Is Held In The Grip Of Will Alone; Its Meaning Is Far From Stable. What It Says - 'notice Me, Feed Me, Mother Me' - Is Not What It Means, For Such Attentions Constitute An Agonising Test Of That Will, And Also Threaten To Return The Body To The Dreaded 'normality' It Has Been Such Ecstasy To Escape.

Divorce Also Entails The Beginning Of A Supposition That That Familial Reality Might Have Obstructed One's Ability To Perceive Others.

Even If They Knew The Truth Of Their Own Feelings, Most Mothers Would Be Socially And Emotionally Incapable Of Revealing It.

You Could Time A Suburban Story By Your Watch: It Lasts As Long As It Takes A Small Furry Animal That's Lonely To Find Friends, Or A Small Furry Animal That's Lost To Find Its Parents; It Lasts As Long As A Quick Avowal Of Love; It Lasts Precisely As Long As The Average Parent Is Disposed On A Tuesday Night To Spend Reading Aloud To Children.