How Can You Be So Many Women

I Must Not Be Selfless: Develop A Sense Of Self. A Solidness That Can't Be Attacked.

I Am Afraid. I Am Not Solid, But Hollow. I Feel Behind My Eyes A Numb, Paralyzed Cavern, A Pit Of Hell, A Mimicking Nothingness.

I Could Feel The Winter Shaking My Bones And Banging My Teeth Together.

Widow. The Word Consumes Itself.

Then I Decided I Would Spend The Summer Writing A Novel. That Would Fix A Lot Of People.