It's Just That The Grape Has Me

A Woman Has To Have Something On Or There's Nothing To Take Off.

I Carry Death In My Left Pocket. Sometimes I Take It Out And Talk To It: "hello, Baby, How You Doing? When You Coming For Me? I'll Be Ready.

Cautiously, I Allowed Myself To Feel Good At Times. I Found Moments Of Peace In Cheap Rooms Just Staring At The Knobs Of Some Dresser Or Listening To The Rain In The Dark. The Less I Needed The Better I Felt.

There's Music In Everything, Even Defeat

Sometimes I Hate You," She Said.