Because even the quiet girls have teeth. Which is to say: I didn’t even realize you were with her that night on the bridge, I just plucked a dead peach from the tree
(Husband, I know you expect me to carry that horse on my back, to lug your little shipwreck all the way to the courthouse.
At this point you’ve already made a decision, and it’s not up to me to iron someone else’s ruined dress--)
Husband, when you scale a fish, you must always cover the eyes. You can’t think about the lungs, or the hook shot straight through its bottom lip
Place your hand here and here. Feel the coldness of the skin, the perfect stillness of its little heart--