—SOMEBODY’S TELLING ME 

 

 I Hope You Don’t Mind

 

That’s a lot of ghosts, all of those sentries hanging there by the shower curtain, next to the blood stain that looks like a heart which has been dug up but not buried.

What I'm thinking is--Maybe the door hinge won’t swing off its screw tomorrow and hit the hound right on its snout, if no one twists too hard.

What I'm thinking is--Maybe things will work out after all.

I don’t know. I’m just going to sit here in the shadows by my feet, breathe shallow and try not to feel scared for once.

I've got this paperback a cute girl left behind in the library while I was eating lunch in the back row.

it’s kind of curdled, like soup you'd never dare to eat, but I’m learning there’s actually magic in it.

Like, I read those opening paragraphs. I read them over and over, and I could swear I saw my mother smiling at me up from the first page.