I'm Not Good At Small

I Moved Through The Days Like A Severed Head That Finishes A Sentence.

I'm Not Good At Small Talk; I'm Not Good At Big Talk; And Medium Talk Just Doesn't Come Up.

I Exaggerated Even Before I Began To Exaggerate, Because It's True — Nothing Is Ever Quite As Bad As It Could Be.

An Idea Might Spark An Essay, But Never A Story.

Since His Mother Died I Have Seen Him Steam A Cucumber Thinking It Was Zucchini. That's The Kind Of Thing That Turns My Heart Right Over.