i had waited and the nurse came in. the
ticking was gone but i didnt notice until several years later.
her every line my eyes moved. i followed. little curls lived in my
lips. i would say god wrote her half of the dialogue, but i dont care about
god so i dont expect him to care about me. in fact, i'm too tired to want
him watching with his preconceptions. it's never been before, the days
and ways of coping. not down to the minute.