It feels light to you, doesn’t it?
The weight of this...

Two days before the moving day,
I found a videotape left among other things...

Let me guess.
Tonight, you're scrolling through...

You could duct-tape
the freedom...

The ground is shaking.
You’re holding up the wall...

“They have bigger sandwiches
here, the size of my arm. They respect...

Last night, the rain raged for six
hours straight, for me to wake up to...

You’d never tell
how capable of grieving...

I stare at her toothbrush
on the bathroom counter. I wasn't planning...

No more
rationalization...

You broke your pen in half,
a year ago...

The airport is a morgue.
I can identify this body: He’s a lover...