I'm Happier Writing About Doctors Than I

I Began To See Why Woman-haters Could Make Such Fools Of Women. Woman-haters Were Like Gods: Invulnerable And Chock Full Of Power. They Descended, And Then They Disappeared. You Could Never Catch One.

The Sickness Rolled Through Me In Great Waves. After Each Wave It Would Fade Away And Leave Me Limp As A Wet Leaf And Shivering All Over And Then I Would Feel It Rising Up In Me Again, And The Glittering White Torture Chamber Tiles Under My Feet And Over My Head And All Four Sides Closed In And Squeezed Me To Pieces.

I Lean To You, Numb As A Fossil. Tell Me I'm Here.

I Have The One Person I Could Ever Love In This World. Now I Must Work To Be A Person Worthy Of That.

There Is A Certain Unique And Strange Delight About Walking Down An Empty Street Alone.