Dream me doesn’t know where she lives.

Alyssa Greenberger was a strange case. As first she was just risible, sending dippy notes to my boyfriend Misha in the History class they shared – she was hungry, said one of the notes Misha showed me. She wanted pizza.

On the day after Thanksgiving, 2012, I picked up the phone and learned that my mom had died.

He's in love with you. But you're only his For the workweek. At night, you're married. On weekends, you lie with your husband And tell him you're thinking about work.

Ne me obsess pas Ne me obsess pas Ne me play Barbara Streisand, ne Patsy Cline, ne Nina Simone Ne me watch movies where people kiss Ne me think about you until I burn holes in things

You’re not supposed to be happy to have cancer.

Bereaved daughter of the spectacularly deranged.

I am known to many people, including myself, as Jabnice.

I met Don at Payday, back when it was at the Ukranian Home on Second Avenue.

I don’t know how long we’d been tripping for by that point. Hours and hours and hours, light ones and dark ones, and some surprisingly cold ones, for late spring; then again, it was night.