No. Even now I can’t altogether believe that any of this really happened…
my leg over the bike. Ranger was watching me, smiling. “I like the way you straddle that,
Men were put into the world to teach women the law of compromise.
All right,” I say. I don’t smile. Why tempt her to friendship?
The path to greatness begins with your willingness to take small steps.
I’m sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn’t do, and I’ve hurt myself by hurting you.
Once someone’s dead you can’t make them undead.
soon as rosy-fingered morning came forth from the first grey dawn,
I do not write to you, but of you,/because the paper that we write on/is our perishable skin.
Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.