Besides, who would think of marrying a mothball? A question my mother put to me often, later, in other forms.

“I don't know why they are all so eager to be remembered. What good will it do t…”

“I knew what love was supposed to be: obsession with undertones of nausea. ”

“A space-time, between here and now and there and then, puncuated by dinner”

“Walking was not fast enough so we ran. Running was not fast enough, so we gallo…”