What Year Is It In Your Imagination?

The Happy Ending Is Hardly Important, Though We May Be Glad Its There. The Real Joy Is Knowing That If You Felt The Trouble In The Story, Your Kingdom Isnt Dead.

The Thing I Call ‘my Mind’ Seems To Be Kind Of Like A Landlord That Doesn’t Really Know Its Tenants.

This Ability To Exist In Pieces Is What Some Adults Call Resilience. And I Suppose In Some Way It Is A Kind Of Resilience, A Horrible Resilience That Makes Adults Believe Children Forget Trauma.

In Health We're Doing The Digestive System. We Each Got Assigned A Topic For An Oral Report. I Got The Small Intestine. I Swear To God I Hate My Life.

By The 6th Grade I Stopped Doing Ordinary Things In Front Of People. It Had Been Ordinary To Sing, Kids Are Singing All The Time When They Are Little, But Then Something Happens. It's Not That We Stop Singing. I Still Sang. I Just Made Sure I Was Alone When I Did It. And I Made Sure I Never Did It Accidentally. That Thing We Call 'bursting Into Song.' I Believe This Happens To Most Of Us. We Are Still Singing, But Secretly And All Alone.