“Perfect!” he laughed.
a disquieting new habit
This seemed a dreary and wasted life
for a girl of fifteen years of straight A’s
After that something in me just froze up.
it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf
We didn’t dare wait to add up the fare.
“You see, I am quite serious.”
It sounded true, and I recognized it
There was nobody in the hall.
The doors folded shut like a noiseless accordion.
It didn’t taste like anything, but it went straight down
“Who are you in love with?” I said then.
I felt the whole desolate familiarity of the scene
I watched him.
I felt no surprise.
A dispassionate white sun shone