| "It was on fifth avenue that the traffic sounds quieted and the castles were no longer important..." |
| i drank three cups of tea and tried to believe him. i warmed my fingers and sipped and felt myself resistant to the idea of T.S. Eliot sliding toward me across the table |
| stirring cream and sugar with the enemy, i'm onto them. |
| New York, maybe, not California. You know, where the sidewalks sparkle. |
| Tinkerbell has a beer and she doesn't drink it, but that's her best plan to date for winning at chess. |
| instead i covered him lightly with a blanket that wouldn't keep anyone warm and felt glad that i was the last one awake. |
| what's important |
| All words by H.K. DeLand |
| what is |
| necessary |
| is not |
| always the |
| same as |