She Thought A Writer Should Work Harder

And In Some Of The Houses, People Were Getting Old And Sick And Were Dying, Leaving Others To Grieve. It Was Happening All The Time, Unnoticed, And It Was The Thing That Really Mattered. What Really Mattered In Life, What Gave It Weight, Was Death.

He Remained Heartbroken, Which Meant One Of Two Things: Either His Love Was Pure And True And Earthshakingly Significant; Or He Was Addicted To Feeling Forlorn, He Liked Being Heartbroken.

The Zipper Opened All The Way Down Our Spines.

We're All Made Up Of Many Parts, Other Halves. Not Just Me.

Can You See Me? All Of Me? Probably Not. No One Ever Really Has.