He Considers Me Also A

I Write As If I've Lived A Lot Of Things I Haven't Lived.

I'll Make You Mine, Lovers Said In Old Books. They Never Said, I'll Make You Me.

What We Share May Be A Lot Like A Traffic Accident But We Get One Another. We Are Survivors Of Each Other. We Have Been Shark To One Another, But Also Lifeboat. That Counts For Something.

No Mother Is Ever, Completely, A Child's Idea Of What A Mother Should Be, And I Suppose It Works The Other Way Around As Well. But Despite Everything, We Didn't Do Too Badly By One Another, We Did As Well As Most.

God Is Not The Voice In The Whirlwind, God Is The Whirlwind.