Sublime

Laura’s was Anne Sexton, and Naomi’s was Sylvia Plath.

Pauline, twenty pounds thinner, looked like a more concentrated version of herself: whittled down, somehow, pared down to her essence.

The proposal is bound to sound odd or frightening or laughable. This is partly because until the rightless thing receives its rights, we cannot see it as anything but a thing for the use of “us”—those who are holding rights at the time.

ornery.

truculent

these towns I have come to know only by what leaves them, myself included. The