Why Is It That We Understand Playing

I Was Always On Time, I Did My Work To Exact Specifications, I Spoke When Spoken To.

There Was No Time For Kissing But She Wanted Him To Know That In The Future There Would Be. A Kiss In So Much Loneliness Was Like A Hand Pulling You Up Out Of The Water, Scooping You Up From A Place Of Drowning And Into The Reckless Abundance Of Air. A Kiss, Another Kiss.

Well, I Always Say That The Two Things I Was Most Disastrous At In My Life, Being A Teenager And Being A Wife, Were The Two Things I Really Wound Up Cashing In On When I Was Writing Fluffy Magazine Pieces.

There Was No One Clear Point Of Loss. It Happened Over And Over Again In A Thousand Small Ways And The Only Truth There Was To Learn Was That There Was No Getting Used To It.

Praise And Criticism Seem To Me To Operate Exactly On The Same Level. If You Get A Great Review, It's Really Thrilling For About Ten Minutes. If You Get A Bad Review, It's Really Crushing For Ten Minutes. Either Way, You Go On.