"[A novel is] a paper where your thesis is that these people are real, and you have to prove it."
"It is all loneliness, the way you live.
You get up and make the bed like you are trying
to prove a point. You make coffee that is never
quite right and never finish it. This is the third day
you’ve worn this shirt. Eventually, you will paint
your nails again, wash the grease from your hair.
Once you have someone besides your own reflection
You go to parties where you know
you will only stay an hour. Lean quietly against the wall,
watching people with enviably easy laughter.
Your smile is a cracked boat in a flooded river. Close,
but still useless. You do not talk to strangers, just sit there
like a begging dog beside the dinner table,
with eyes that say “Please, come, be my friend.
I am a coward, but I’m hungry."
[JUMPS ON TOP OF THE TABLE] ANOTHER LINE WITHOUT A HOOK
[KNOCKS EVERYTHING OVER] I HELD YOU CLOSE AS WE BOTH SHOOK FOR THE LAST TIME
[TEARS MY FACE OFF] TAKE A GOOD H AR D LOOK