i already told you. it took me two extra hours today to get places using the bus. i can show you pictures of my car. i ran it into a a tree.

“subtle. i know how to spell that, s u b tle.
 am i subtle?”  
he frowned and rested the bowl against his beard.
“not subtle. supple.”
i leaned over and rested my head, curles awry, into my hands. i took the bowl and sucked. “i guess i’d always thought i was because i liked the word.” i said to myself.

nonexistence is heaven enough for me.

for my best friend, clarke.

i don’t feel safe.