Dear god, when will you find a time for me? I take the pill. Feed the cats, and bed down the dogs. I hold my breath. My body hollows, grows teeth: gathers bone, gathers root and nerve.
From that invisible “reading,” I had pressed my world onto paper. As such, I was a fraud in a field of language, which is to say, I was a writer. I have plagiarized my life to give you the best of me.