“… the time you swore that Mozart was stuck in your tree…”

“I knew that ‘Home’ would turn into something bendy and twisted and moldable, just like Moonsand.”

“…me, and the dancing woman drenched in tar”

“A pigeon, a starling, and a grackle fly into a mall…”

“She saw the curve of her youth in the blacks of his eyes…”

“Somewhere fossilized, few and far between…”

“For a house, uprooted. For a voice, buried …”

“Could there be a softer Earth? A rounder Earth? A softer version of himself in a strange city…”

“I bask in this cool-girl-congregation we call female friendship…”

“Forced to wrap my head around the cellophane of the unknown…”