At 5:12, the river turned silver, as if it were frozen. She traced the river's curves on the window with her finger, wishing it were her.

Where I work people use words like leverage. They do not appear to denote anything.

Out in the world again, pretending to belong.

William Shakespeare (a surname that meant "wanker" back in the day, by the way)

They sat before the fire and played cribbage. He was a good player, but not as good as she was.

I want to tell you things you do not know.

My dad / always had a fondness for Raleigh’s kind of loss

For another man she raced through infinite wounds and fists in a monsoon forest. Hands tied to her lover’s for a dance, a roulette of paper cranes exploding across the sky. Cascaded into the sea of black eyelashes.

Frisbee dog. Stealth the cat. Read more. Cut toenails. Less wine. Bind the ties. Avoid mirrors. Divide water.

And soon you'll be walking and walking and walking and walking and walking and walking and walking

He envisioned sinking his hands through his fat and pulling out the young, sinewy, long-haired Brendan Yin, the man Evelyn fell in love with. The blubbery shell would fall away to the floor, like a greasy banana peel, and the real Brendan Yin would be lo

They say it was like an elephant married to a dove. Imagine, me, a dove! Ridículo!

In this lab, where I work 40 hours a week, live the ghosts of questions asked.

There were so many suicide choices it seemed overwhelming. The chief criteria was the least pain.

Hair as black as a Raven’s wing. Dark eyes. You wore a black dress, too, my favorite color.