Because her self-appointed super-star lawyer husband traveled so much for work, Lucy spent a lot of time alone.
writing
Through these waves and noises
They sit across from us in subway cars
It was toward the end of September 1956 when the leaves from all the inner-city trees had already fallen.
Adam, in a horrid state, rouses himself up and searches about, no one to be seen.
The hypnotist’s voice is a glacial lake: smooth, distant, cold, and piercing.
I just wish I had my freedom.
