The molasses voice pours into the sponge ear of the microphone and is transformed into silent, pulsing waves that radiate over a hundred miles.

I wanted to cry, loud and wet with the pain of love.

Can you be happy with the movies, and the ads, and the clothes in the stores, and the doctors, and the eyes as you walk down the street all telling you there i…

And they looked at her, watched her, wanted to squirt her full of baby juice.