The earnest mother carries her kid across the street.
She looks at me and she says, “Are you the sun in the morning that shines on the edge of the cliff that I sometimes want to jump off of?

Are you the dismal scholar who sips beer at the college bars? I’ll pretend to read a pretentious book with you.

We can be a double negative in the light of the afternoon. We can love each other until we cancel ourselves out.”