Then She Wished, More Rationally, That She

When The Writing Is Going Well, I'm Obsessive. I Don't Shower, I Don't Take Phone Calls, I Hardly Respond To Text Messages, I Don't Do Email. I Take Breaks Only To Read, And Usually I Read Poetry. When It's Not Going Well, I Just Lie In Bed And Eat Chocolate.

When We Realize That There Is Never A Single Story About Any Place, We Regain A Kind Of Paradise.

I Think You Travel To Search And You Come Back Home To Find Yourself There.

Is Love This Misguided Need To Have You Beside Me Most Of The Time? Is Love This Safety I Feel In Our Silences? Is It This Belonging, This Completeness?

Show A People As One Thing, Only One Thing, Over And Over Again, And That Is What They Become.