I’m Telling You, Trouble Is

On Our Honeymoon We Talked And Talked. We Stayed In A Beachfront Villa, And We Drank Rum And Lemonade And Talked So Much That I Never Even Noticed What Color The Sea Was. Whenever I Need To Stop And Remind Myself How Much I Once Loved Andrew, I Only Need To Think About This. That The Ocean Covers Seven Tenths Of The Earth's Surface, And Yet My Husband Could Make Me Not Notice It.

Andrew Had A Gift For Deepening The Incision He Began.

The Daily Mail Can't Say 'asylum-seeker' Without Saying 'foreign Criminal' In The Same Sentence. I'm Sure It's Practically Editorial Policy.

We Cannot Choose Where To Start And Stop. Our Stories Are The Tellers Of Us.

Still Shaking, In The Pew, I Understood That It Isn't The Dead We Cry For. We Cry For Ourselves, And I Didn't Deserve My Own Pity.