As A Memoirist, I Strive

He Never Gave Up On Me, I Only Stopped Being Matriculated.

There's A Space At The Bottom Of An Exhale, A Little Hitch Between Taking In And Letting Out That's A Perfect Zero You Can Go Into. There's A Rest Point Between The Heart Muscle's Close And Open - An Instant Of Keenest Living When You're Momentarily Dead. You Can Rest There.

Having A Great Dad Probably Permitted Me To Pal Around With Guys In A Way That Some Women Don't.

Im Always Terrified When Im Writing.

It Strikes Me That Whatever Advantages There Are To Being A Boy--getting To Stay Out Late And Having Other People Wash Your Clothes And Bring You Plates Of Stuff--get Undercut By Having To Play Football.