I dreamed that we went back.
It was overgrown and wild with our absence.

I hate feeling incompetent.
I know enough to know I am helpless.

And what of that first inhalation—when all our dying was done?

After everyone goes to bed, I open the dishwasher and a cloud of steam envelopes me.

If I took you there, the first thing we would do is take off our shoes.

He touched the wounds.

There are two types of people at the grocery store: those who have no sense of the people around them, and the good and moral citizens of the world.