After his chemotherapy failed, he went water skiing.

I don't believe in symbols but there's a hole in my living room window in the shape of a bird

I never could run properly. It’s kinda hard when you’ve got scales all over your body and a big fat tail that gets in the way.

It was all things considered a particularly odd sight, which Annalise did not know how to handle.

I imagine diving into a vat of dried fruit, enjoying the unmistakable sweetness in each shriveled morsel, until I find myself biting into an undetected metal shard.

It was only two days before Christmas.  Jonathan remembered his mother crying.

served as it is/ among these friends. The frayed filaments/ tickle my chin and irritate my nostrils,

Or, today, when early summer sweated the long pants off every woman under the age of thirty. Did I notice the way you looked at them for one, two, three seconds; then didn't, partial to short-shorts. It was sly how you kept them in your line of sight, alm

Mo Dean woke up sober. And tired. Tired of life, of soiled pants, rash, vomit, and whiskey sweat. Tired of holes in his pockets and blisters on his feet, of hanging signs asking for dimes and getting only pennies. And most of all, tired of the police.

"You look awfully familiar," said one of the corrupt oil company execs to the dark-haired man with the sunglasses and big sideburns.

I dreamt once a child’s drawing of a house all scribbly black crayon swayback roof crooked chimney. God, do you remember how cold it was that night?

I pull into the parking lot and see a group of roosters squawking and trying to overturn an ‘87 Pontiac Bonneville that's caught fire. They're pouring whiskey down their throats. They're weeping over a bag of economy sized frozen breast fillets.

From Berlin to Arcturus. I squeeze Sevigny’s wrist, wish Izzy could be here, but she’s melting salt in Utah. We were on our way to Los Angeles. I’ve booked the horror room.

I wander toward the midnight dock a neon sine curve stabs my eyes

His looks were polished like his shoes, his hair as black. No one would have guessed he made his living as a thief.