I Was Born In 1970 In Illinois,

Donneven, Bettaquit And Mmmhmmmm

Closed My Eyes And Listened. It Was Like Music I'd Heard All My Life, Even More Than "this Lullaby." All Those Keystrokes, All Those Letters, So Many Words. I Brushed My Fingers Over The Beads And Watched As Her Image Rippled, Like It Was On Water, Breaking Apart Gently And Shimmering Before Becoming Whole Again.

There Was Nothing, Nothing To Depend On. And Why Was I Surprised?

So It Just Wasn't In My House. Anywhere, I Looked Like I Knew About The Toilet.

Whenever Something Great Happens, You’re Always Kind Of Poised For The Universe To Correct Itself.