|Publisher:||Outskirts Press, Inc.|
|Product dimensions:||8.50(w) x 11.00(h) x 0.28(d)|
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"Then it was Sunday, and still November. She called me and asked me to bring her some food. She told me where she was: the section of town where the human rats live. I got there and pulled over. She walked across the street to my car. I hardly recognized her. Her hair was up...all matted and dirty...her skin was so pale...her green eyes had no luster at all. She had no expression and was wearing a tan and plaid bum's coat. I promised myself I would stay calm: not scream or yell or cry, or tell her to get in the car like I did so many times before. I handed her the food...but I broke. I broke all the way down to my birth to my own death. I broke from my stomach to my heart to my soul. My lungs collapsed and changed places with my throat. I broke everywhere...and was all over breaking...
ever to be whole again."