What I Think," Chatty Says, "is That

The Year I Began To Say Vahz Instead Of Vase, A Man I Barely Knew Nearly Accidentally Killed Me.

I Thought, My Love Is So Good, Why Isn't It Calling The Same Thing Back.

I Started Writing By Doing Small Related Things But Not The Thing Itself, Circling It And Getting Closer. I Had No Idea How To Write Fiction. So I Did Journalism Because There Were Rules I Could Learn. You Can Teach Someone To Write A News Story. They Might Not Write A Great One, But You Can Teach That Pretty Easily.

He Could Not Wait To Get Rid Of Them So He Could Enjoy Remembering Them.

As Soon As I Knew That I Would Be All Right, I Was Sure That I Was Dead And Didn't Know It. I Moved Through The Days Like A Severed Head That Finishes A Sentence. I Waited For The Moment That Would Snap Me Out Of My Seeming Life.