Like a River Loves the Sky

This is the everyday we spoke of.It's winter again: the sky's a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through the open living-room windows because the heat's on too high in here and I can't turn it off.For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the… sally bobbitt. the work to prevent suicide. ... I am hovering over this rug with a hair dryer on high in my hand I have finally, inevitably, spilled red wine on this impractically whitehousewarming hand-me-down from my cousin, whoclearly, and incorrectly, thought this was a good idea...