Status Updates From Rich Diving into the Wreck ...

You want to ask, am I lonely? Well, of course, lonely as a woman driving across the country day after day, leaving behind mile after mile little towns she might have stopped and lived and died in, lonely.

As in a city where nothing is forbidden
And nothing permanent.

The fact of being separate enters your livelihood like a piece of furniture

well the first poem already made me cry we are off to a great start