Nobody Sounds Good Writing About Your Divorce,

When You Do Try To Picture The Boys Who Do Ask You Out, They're Absolutely Featureless, Like Old Carvings Eroded By Centuries Of Rain And Wind.

He Never Gave Up On Me, I Only Stopped Being Matriculated.

In My Godless Household, Poems Were The Closest We Came To Sacred Speech -- The Only Prayers Said.

Even The Best Of Us Are At Least Part-time Bastards.

Age About 30, I Stopped Looking Up My Books In Bookstores. Paying Attention To The Marketplace Isn't A Healthy Thing For Me.