I kept it for myself like a keepsake, as if sharing the memory might lead to its dissipation.

“I couldn’t figure out which of these ideas, if any, was at the core of the poem…”

“Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even…”

“I don't believe in prom,' I reminded her as she rounded a corner. I expertly an…”

“Everything tastes like pennies.”