I Feel A Flash Of Grief So

But Hope Got In, No Matter How Hard And Fast I Tried To Stomp It Out. Like These Tiny Fire Ants We Used To Get In Portland. No Matter How Fast You Liked Them, There Were Always More, A Steady Stream Of Them, Resistant, Ever-multiplying. Maybe, The Hope Said. Maybe.

That's The Thing About Best Friends. That's What They Do. They Keep You From Spinning Off The Edge.

I Guess There Are Some Things You Never Get Used To.

Like I Am Alice In The Wonderland And Have Gotten Too Big For The Room.

I'd Rather Die My Way Than Live Yours.