I Forgive You," I Said. I Said

My Name Is Salmon, Like The Fish; First Name, Susie. I Was Fourteen When I Was Murdered.

The Living Deserve Attention, Too

He Would Find His Susie,inside His Young Son. Give That Love To The Living.

Hold Still," My Father Would Say, While I Held The Ship In The Bottle And He Burned Away The Strings He'd Raised The Mast With And Set The Clipper Ship Free On Its Blue Putty Sea. And I Would Wait For Him, Recognizing The Tension Of That Moment When The World In The Bottle Depended, Solely, On Me.

Well, As My Dad Would Say, It Means She’s Out Of This Shithole.