Here is a handful
of shadow I have brought back to you:
this decay, this hope, this mouth-
ful of dirt, this poetry.

“Potential has a shelf life.”

“Why can't I believe? she asked the darkness. Behind her eyelids she saw an anim…”

“Writing is work. It’s also gambling. You don’t get a pension plan. Other people…”

“When I get out of here, if I'm ever able to set this down, in any form, even in…”