I Hated Myself For Going,

I Imagine A Line, A White Line, Painted On The Sand And On The Ocean, From Me To You.

Books Are For Those Without Real Lives, He Thought. And They Are No Real Replacement.

Love Me, Because Love Doesn't Exist, And I Have Tried Everything That Does.

As For The Bracelet Mom Wore To The Funeral, What I Did Was I Converted Dad’s Last Voice Message Into Morse Code, And I Used Sky-blue Beads For Silence, Maroon Beads For Breaks Between Letters, Violet Beads For Breaks Between Words, And Long And Short Pieces Of String Between The Beads For Long And Short Beeps, Which Are Actually Called Blips, I Think, Or Something. Dad Would Have Known.

My Boots Were So Heavy That I Was Glad There Was A Column Beneath Us. How Could Such A Lonely Person Have Been Living So Close To Me My Whole Life? If I Had Known, I Would Have Gone Up To Keep Him Company.