“ A calendar was hung in the kitchen as if to say: Expect more of the same. ”
I had to piece together a diet for her, too. I knew which combinations of which foods on which days would rehang everything that was draped so delicately beneath her skin. In a matter of months, the body under the smock was organized anew, redistributed
~ Gary Lutz
Here is a story in the worst way. I have no business being anywhere in it. It comes between me and the life I have coming.
From time to time I show up in myself just long enough for people to know they are not in the room alone.
You get tired of always wondering anew why life has to take the place of youth.
