I Thought, My Love Is So Good,

I Could Claim Any Number Of High-flown Reasons For Writing, Just As You Can Explain Certain Dogs Behavior... But Maybe, It’s That They’re Dog, And That’s What Dogs Do.

As Soon As I Knew That I Would Be All Right, I Was Sure That I Was Dead And Didn't Know It. I Moved Through The Days Like A Severed Head That Finishes A Sentence. I Waited For The Moment That Would Snap Me Out Of My Seeming Life.

And I See That Not Touching For So Long Was A Drive To The Beach With The Windows Rolled Up So The Waves Feel That Much Colder.

Consolation Is A Beautiful Word. Everyone Skins His Knee-that Doesnt Make Yours Hurt Anyless.

I Assemble Stories-me And A Hundred Million Other People-at The Sentence Level. Not By Coming Up With A Sweeping Story Line.