Easy Comfort Isn't Comforting

Ashes To Ashes. Garage Sale To Garage Sale,” I Said.

As I Recall, You Promised To Call When You Finished The Book, Not Text.

And Imagining That Future Keeps You Going, But You Never Do It. You Just Use The Future To Escape The Present.

I Mean, I Am Pretty Fabulous. Am I Not?' 'you're A Pillar Of Fabulosity In The Community,' I Tell Him.

Augustus: “you Probably Need Some Rest.” Me: “i’m Okay.” Augustus: “okay.” (pause.) “what Are You Thinking About?” Me: “you.” Augustus: “what About Me?” Me: “‘i Do Not Know Which To Prefer, / The Beauty Of Inflections / Or The Beauty Of Innuendos, / The Blackbird Whistling / Or Just After.’” Augustus: “god, You Are Sexy.” Me: “we Could Go To Your Room.” Augustus: “i’ve Heard Worse Ideas.