You Can't Tell Me What To Feel

Lindsay Calls Them The Pugs: Pretty From Far Away, Ugly Up Close.

This Is What Amazes Me: That People Are New Every Day. That They Are Never The Same. You Must Always Invent Them, And They Must Always Invent Themselves, Too.

I Screamed Until My Voice Dried Up In My Throat. We All Did. All Of Us In Ward Six, All Of Us Forgotten, Left To Rot.

Someday She Will Be Saved, And The Past And All Its Pain Will Be Rendered As Smoothly Palatable As The Food We Spoon To Our Babies.

I’m With Julian,” I Say At Last. This, After All, Is What I Have Chosen.