I Feel Warm And Reassured," I Whispered.

Were You Playing With Stuart?" She Asked. The Question Was Loaded. I Was A Filthy, Filthy Woman, And Even The Five-year-old Knew It.

Go See Old Virgins! Now Ask A Strange Boy Out, You Shy, Retarded Thing!

Sometimes People Graduate But They Don't Leave. They Hang Around For Years, For No Reason. I Would Think Of Ghosts Like That, I Decided.

English Rain Feels Obligatory, Like Paperwork. It Dampens Already Damn Days And Slicks The Stones.

She Was Standing In The Airport Of Copenhagen, Staring At A Doorway, Trying To Figure Out If It Was (a) A Bathroom And (b) What Kind Of Bathroom It Was. The Door Merely Said H. Was She An H? Was H "hers"? It Could Just As Easily Be "his". Or "helicopter Room: Not A Bathroom At All