What matters is that all of it, even if I didn’t know it then, brought me here, to this page, to tell you everything you’ll never know.

Did you ever feel colored-in when a boy found you with his mouth?

Care and love, for us, are pronounced clearest through service:

Maybe we look into mirrors not merely to seek beauty, regardless how illusive, but to make sure, despite the facts, that we are still here. That the hunted body we move in has not yet been annihilated, scraped out. To see yourself still yourself is a refuge men who have not been denied cannot know.

Even if color is nothing but what the light reveals, that nothing has laws, and a boy on a pink bike must learn, above all else, the law of gravity.

miss you more than I remember you.

I’m sorry I keep saying How are you? when I really mean Are you happy?

Do you ever wonder if sadness and happiness can be combined, to make a deep purple feeling, not good, not bad, but remarkable simply because you didn’t have to live on one side or the other?

Isn’t that the saddest thing in the world, Ma? A comma forced to be a period? “Hello,” he says, without turning his