i was too sick to travel the day my father died i went in to work anyway i imagine he worked the day his father died when i got off the...

when the air is cold it seems easier to jump off the Brooklyn bridge

these are my last words i look for you every step of the way home i try to walk exactly where i walked that night leaving room for you i...

my mother told me when she went to the funeral of her dear, lifelong friend after the eulogy and before they let her down two men...

i position myself just the way you liked me some of you anyway an agglomerate posture a history of who i've tired to please and the sad...