You Can't Help What You Feel, But

Repeat Reading For Me Shares A Few Things With Hot-water Bottles And Thumbsucking: Comfort, Familiarity, The Recurrence Of The Expected.

The Bell That Measures Time Is Ringing

The Heart With Letters On It Shining Like A Light Bulb Through The Trim Hole Painted In The Chest, Art History.

I Write As If I've Lived A Lot Of Things I Haven't Lived.

There's Always Something To Occupy The Inquiring Mind.