If Eric Thinks I Did Something Right,

Someone Shouts, "enough!" And I Think Too Much And Nothing At All.

When Her Body First Hit The Net, All I Registered Was A Gray Blur. I Pulled Her Across It And Her Hand Was Small, But Warm, And Then She Stood Before Me, Short And Thin And Plain And In All Ways Unremarkable- Except That She Had Jumped First. The Stiff Had Jumped First. Even I Didn't Jump First. Her Eyes Were So Stern, So Insistent. Beautiful.

Nothing Else Is All Right.” His Whisper Tickles My Cheek. “but We Are.

I Am Still The Person Who Would Have Died Rather Than Kill You

Who Cares About Everyone? What About Me?