“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