I Don't Know How To Make People

What Happens When We Get Back? I Don't Know. I Guess We Try And Forget. I Don't Want To Forget.

I Knew You'd Kiss Me." "how?" I Say. Because I Didn't Know Myself. "because I Am In Pain," He Say's. "that's The Only Way I Get Your Attention.

But I Don't Know What To Him About The Aftermath Of Killing A Person. About How They Never Leave You.

Don't Want That, Do They?” She Throws Back Her Head And Shouts, “whole Country In Rebellion? Wouldn't Want Anything Like That!

Time And Tragedy Have Forced Her To Grow Too Quickly, At Least For My Taste, Into A Young Woman Who Stitches Bleeding Wounds And Knows Our Mother Can Hear Only So Much.