...people With Nothing To Declare Carry The

She Was Not Crying Which Surprised Me Very Much But I Understand Now That She Had Found Places For Her Melancholy That Were Behind More Masks Than Only Her Eyes

It Was Not The Feeling Of Completeness I So Needed, But The Feeling Of Not Being Empty.

I Put My Hand On Him. Touching Him Has Always Been Important To Me, It Was Something I Lived For. I Never Could Explain Why. Little, Nothing Touches, My Fingers Against His Shoulder, The Outsides Of Our Thighs Touching As We Squeeled Together On The Bus. I Couldnt Explain It, But I Needed It. Sometimes I Imagined Stiching All Of Our Little Touches Together. How Many Hundreds Of Thousands Of Fingers Brushing Against Each Other Does It Take To Make Love?

I Thought For A Minute, And Then I Got Heavy, Heavy Boots.

I Made Up My Mind That Nothing,, Nothing Was Going To Stop Me Not Even Me.