Sublime

Don’t drop a bollock, Charlie, she’s fond of saying,

Every notch scratched in the kitchen door frame marked the growing up of someone now long dead.

Si la plupart des poètes sont jeunes, c’est tout simplement parce que la vie ne les a pas encore rattrapés. Montrez-moi un vieux poète et je vous montrerai, plus souvent que vous croyez, un maître ou un maboul.

Already, he could feel the words pent up inside him, the pressure building, expanding toward an explosion.

watching bored teenage jerk-offs hack apart someone you used to love. Even if she was dead. He wasn’t without empathy, but he was still young, and the pain of other people embarrassed him.