She is a woman of muscle twisted around bone.

I am a child. I am two feet tall, and asking if she loves me.

I would like to experience this 'date' phenomenon.

In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.

All I can do is stand still- I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right.

One thing I know: For helping me forget how awful the world is, I prefer her to alcohol.