Just Think, The Shoes I Wouldn’t Be

There Is Nothing So Cleansing Or Reassuring As A Vicarious Sadness.

I Have Managed To Establish An Identity That Is Based On My Internal Self, And For That I Feel Tremendously Lucky.

We’re Creatures Of Contact Regardless Of Whether/ We Kiss Or We Wound. Still, We Must Come Together.

Well Into Adulthood, Writing Has Never Gotten Easier. It Still Only Ever Begins Badly, And There Are No Guarantees That This Is Not The Day When The Jig Is Finally Up.

In The Window, I Fantasize... About Providing Grown-ups And Children Alike With The Greatest Gift Of All: Insight.