...water Laughing Softly Down A Black Stone

Some Mornings... I Sit At The Kitchen Table Shaking Salt Into The Hairs On My Arm, And A Feeling Shoves Up In Me: It's Finished. Everything Went Past Without Me.

Everybody Sounds Stoned, Because They're E-mailing People The Whole Time They're Talking To You.

No One Is Waiting For Me. In This Story, I'm The Girl No One Is Waiting For.

If I Had A View Like This To Look Down On Every Day, I Would Have The Energy And Inspiration To Conquer The World. The Trouble Is, When You Most Need Such A View, No One Gives It To You.

He Looks Tired, Like Someone Walked On His Skin And Left Footprints.