Let Me Not Be Weak And Tell

If You Pluck Out My Heart To Find What Makes It Move, You’ll Halt The Clock That Syncopates Our Love.

Why Can’t I Try On Different Lives, Like Dresses, To See Which Fits Best And Is More Becoming?

God, How I Ricochet Between Certainties And Doubts.

I Began To Think Vodka Was My Drink At Last. It Didn’t Taste Like Anything, But It Went Straight Down Into My Stomach Like A Sword Swallowers’ Sword And Made Me Feel Powerful And Godlike.

I Want To Be Able To Sleep In An Open Field, To Travel West, To Walk Freely At Night.