At The Center Of Everything We Call

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.

What Year Is It In Your Imagination?

The Library Was Open For One Hour After School Let Out. I Hid There, Looking At Art Books And Reading Poetry.

There Was A Beautiful Time In The Beginning When I Just Did It And Didn't Analyze The Consequences, But I Think That Time Ends In Everyone's Work.

I Look Crazy. I Know I Do. Been True Since I Was A Kid!