Thoughts on scraps of paper in my purse:

He doled out time like ribbon candy, sweet and brittle and sticky on my teeth.

I laughed, but should not have laughed. I was sobbing -- little feelings dried up in damp tissues on the floor while I cried until I couldn't breath.

At the bar at night-into-morning I listened to Bob Dylan, drank a wine, and wondered over and over about the difference between selfish and wrong.

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Halloween when I was a girl…

Night settled with crisp sounds of leaves in a lazy breeze and my imagination ran ahead on light feet.

I was a girl, a cat, a ballerina, a witch. I was alive and dreaming and racing for candy with my neighbors, faces painted in false red grins or masked like death or terror, lining up behind me as I pressed the glowing bell.

My haunts were not real yet. As I tugged a pillowcase full of candy through a cool autumn night I did not know that I would walk heart first into a hungry demon.

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So much on my mind…so much.