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Cassandra blared Puccini and Eminem so she would not pray.

There was a fish. And then there was the consciousness of robots.

For the first two months of class, Toby did barely any writing at all.

The first time we were alone, I knew it before he even told me.

Put yourself in bad positions, they’ll remind us. Address your weaknesses.

She was thinking about what she would say when the time came.

If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you time is a language I don’t speak.

Window widows we were once, like lonely oil spilled on sullied beaches.

I thought that proved he blamed me. I thought they all did.

“Aren’t you full of surprises,” Talinda would have said. If she had known.

I grip the handlebar and pin my eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable crash.

From the roof, my husband observed daily a man and a woman having sex.

She pulls quickly on her cigarette and blows it at me through the phone.

I want to dispute that depression is by definition pathological.

The ego with which we began filters away as love accumulates below.

we are saying thank you in doorways and in the backs of cars

I was once very brave. Once I was very brave. I was very brave once.

My father was at an awful disadvantage in a sport where cunning is a virtue.

It was a Tuesday, so they made love. She thought it was a fair compromise.

Sometimes the phone would ring and ring, and I’d go answer. It was him.

“I have always had a gift of feeling what is in other people’s hearts.”

The woman who is known only through a man is known wrong.

Everyone is talking about the end of the world. Why now? Why today?

No one answered. I turned to his parents. My stomach felt on fire.

He grew a forest of candles and cried when it succumbed to wildfire.

That day he stood on some threshold and paused and wept at his choice.

It comes as no surprise that everything is flying toward one point.