No One Knows How To Write A

I Just Finished Colson Whitehead's "the Underground Railroad," Which I Think Is A Work Of Genius.

A Boy Who Is Trouble Is Something Entirely Different As A Man.

That Was The Way Illness Appeared In A House, In The Corners, In Between Floorboards, On The Hooks In The Closet, Along With The Sweaters And Coats.

Anyway, The Sort Of Love That Will Not Wait Is Probably Best To Pass By

Only Her Death Could Prove Her Innocence; A Circle Of Impossible, Deathly Judgement.