It Is Possible To Imagine A Person

I Get Rational When I Panic.

Then The Children Went To Bed, Or At Least Went Upstairs, And The Men Joined The Women For A Cigarette On The Porch, Absently Picking Ticks Engorged Like Grapes Off The Sleeping Dogs. And When The Men Kissed The Women Good Night, And Their Weekend Whiskers Scratched The Women's Cheeks, The Women Did Not Think Shave, They Thought Stay.

Maybe This Is Not A Come-down-from-the-ledge Story. But I Tell It With The Thought That The Woman On The Ledge Will Ask Herself A Question, The Question That Occurred To That Man In Bogota. He Wondered How We Know That What Happens To Us Isn't Good?

I Do Feel That If You Can Write One Good Sentence And Then Another Good Sentence And Then Another, You End Up With A Good Story.

The Only Time The Word Baby Doesn't Scare Me Is The Time That It Should, When It Is What A Man Calls Me.