What do you want me to do?” he whispers into the empty air.

It’s hard to know.

Oh Jimmy, you were so funny.

Don’t let me down.

From habit he lifts his watch; it shows him its blank face.

Zero hour, Snowman thinks. Time to go.

“He was twisted as a pretzel, he was a tinfoil-halo shitnosed frogstomping king …”

“to fix and make plausible, the nebulous emotions of my costumed heroins, like d…”

“Your hand is a warm stone I hold between two words.”

“Instead I will say, "Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your su…”