Cecily Cecil

would eat me without a thought because instinct is like that. I also know that she cherishes me the way a child cherishes his first word, or the way his mother does. But loyalty is the victim of nature, and isn’t that a beautiful excuse for everything we’ve ever done?Continue Reading

You say maybe we can’t be friends because you think I can’t express anger. You have a degree in psychology. Anger is important to you. But Anger is a tsunami— a greedy, gluttonous predator— an indifferent drowner of you and me. Anger is an insatiable carnivore, but since you’re anglingContinue Reading