And I See That Not Touching For

The Worst Of It Is Over Now, And I Can't Say That I Am Glad. Lose That Sense Of Loss--you Have Gone And Lost Something Else.

He Wondered How We Know That What Happens To Us Isn't Good.

I Sleep With A Glass Of Water On The Nightstand So I Can See By Its Level If The Coastal Earth Is Trembling Or If The Shaking Is Still Me.

He Could Not Wait To Get Rid Of Them So He Could Enjoy Remembering Them.

We Can Only Die In The Future, I Thought; Right Now We Are Always Alive.