I Don't Have A Bullet In My

If They Told Us What To Believe, And We Didn't Come To It On Our Own, Is It Still True?

Caleb," I Say, "i Love You." His Eyes Gleam With Tear As He Says, "i Love You, Too, Beatrice.

Trust Me When I Tell You, Eaton Boy, That Resisting Is Worth Doing.

Or Maybe We'll Make A Home Somewhere Inside Ourselves, To Carry With Us Wherever We Go- Which Is The Way I Carry My Mother Now.

No Need To Continually Insist Upon Your Unshakable Masculinity.