We Looked At Each Other Until It

I Asked My Schoolmate Mary To Write A Letter To Me. She Was Funny And Full Of Life. She Liked To Run Around Her Empty House Without Any Clothes On, Even Once She Was Too Old For That. Nothing Embarrassed Her. I Admired That So Much, Because Everything Embarrassed Me, And That Hurt Me. She Loved To Jump On Her Bed. She Jumped On Her Bed For So Many Years That One Afternoon, While I Watched Her Jump, The Seams Burst. Feathers Filled The Small Room. Our Laughter Kept The Feathers In The Air. I Thought About Birds. Could They Fly If There Wasn’t Someone, Somewhere, Laughing?

And She Would Say, "today You Believe In God?" And He Would Say, "today I Believe In Love".

I Wasn’t Having Second Thoughts, But I Was Having Thoughts.

There Has Yet To Be A Human To Survive A Span Of History Without At Least One End Of The World.

Chickens Can Do Many Things, But They Cannot Make Sophisticated Deals With Humans.