“She Wished It Were Evening Now, Wished For The Great Relief Of The Calendar Inking Itself Out, Of Day Done And Night Coming, Of Ice Cubes Knocking About In A Glass Beneath The Whiskey Spilling In, That Fine Brown Affirmation Of Need.” ~ Michelle
“I realize now that I wanted to disappear. To get so lost that nobody ever found me. To go so far away that I’d never be able to make my way home again.” ~ Jessica Warman, Between
