'i Don't Get It,' Caroline

Despite Our Differences, We Did Have A History. No One Understood Where I Was Coming From The Way He Did.

Shoulda, Coulda, Woulda. It's So Easy In The Past Tense.

Wake Up, Caitlin, Mr. Lensing Had Said. But What He Didn't Under­stand Was That This Dreamland Was Preferable, Walking Through This Life Half-sleeping, Everything At Arm's Length Or Farther Away.

It's The Same Thing,' I Told Her. 'what Is?' 'being Afraid And Being Alive.' 'no,' She Said Slowly, And Now It Was As If She Was Speaking A Language She Knew At First I Wouldn't Understand, The Very Words, Not To Mention The Concept, Being Foreign To Me. 'macy, No. It's Not.

I Remembered Owen Telling Me How Music Had Saved Him In Phoenix, That It Drowned Everything Out, And It Was The Same For Me Now. As Long As I Had Something To Listen To, I Could Blur The Things I Didn't Want To Think About, If Not Block Them Out Completely.