Survival My Only Hope. Success

On The Last Morning Of Virginia's Bloodiest Year Since The Civil War, I Built A Fire And Sat Facing A Window Of Darkness Where At Sunrise I Knew I Would Find The Sea.

Leaves Covered Pavement Like Soggy Cereal.

I Wouldn't Want To Assume That All Men Are Like You. If I Did, I Know I Would Give Them Up Entirely

Thoughts Are Odd Misfires.

I Find It Difficult To Attend Autopsies. Especially The Smells.