How to Make Friends in the Dark

some women lived their whole lives in heavy black clothes, grief turning into a permanent kind of perfume.

I don’t know what that word, that mourn, means.”

“It means she’s the saddest in her heart that she’s ever been in her life,

Real life is even worse than the movies.

My life is better in dreams, you know?

this book

is for the grievers

this book

is for the left behind

this book

is for every broken heart

searching for a home

I sit in our small life. Watching everybody else. A bug in a jar.

this book
is for every broken heart
searching for a home

we’re just stories in somebody’s book and every time they turn a page, that’s when new stuff happens. But I think we’re like one of those snow balls. You know, shake ’em up and everything gets all messed up and the snowflakes cover everything and nothing goes back where it was.”

What you had left to lose is already gone

I’m starting to get really, really tired. The wet cement feeling. A thousand bricks on my chest.