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man who was trying his best not to be sad anymore—who was trying to remember how it felt to be happy.
God always punishes us for what we can’t imagine.
That my mind had been as badly hurt as my body was a thing I only came to realize once I was alone and all other voices dropped away.
prevaricate
the unconscious mind writes poetry if it’s left alone.
“What flavor is he, religiously speaking?”
Do the day and let the day do you.
The light called to me, just the same. As the photograph of some long-gone love, happened on by accident while going through an old box of souvenirs, may call to you.
The relentless whine of the refrigerator as it went on making ice in a wifeless, childless world.
said a severe-looking woman with her graying hair drawn back into a bun and a kind of wrecked beauty still lingering on her face.
When it comes to your kids, you find yourself making some weird calls from time to time and just hoping they turn out all right—calls and kids. Parenting is the greatest of hum-a-few-bars-and-I’ll-fake-it skills.
“Love Calls Us to the Things of the World.”
