Were She Better Or You Sicker, Then

A Desert Blessing, An Ocean Curse.

You Could Hear The Wind In The Leaves, And On That Wind Traveled The Screams Of The Kids On The Playground In The Distance, Little Kids Figuring Out How To Be Alive, How To Navigate A World That Wasn't Made For Them By Navigating A Playground That Was.

My Interest As A Writer Is Not In Reflecting Actual Human Speech, Which, Of Course, Does Not Occur In Sentences And Is Totally Undiagrammable. My Interest Is In Trying To Reflect The Reality Of Experience - How We Feel When We Talk To Each Other, How We Feel When We're Engaging With Questions That Interest Us.

Reading Forces You To Be Quiet In A World That No Longer Makes Place For That.

I Didn't Know What To Say To Her - I Was Caught In A Love Triangle With One Dead Side.