He speaks in your voice, American, and there's a shine in his eye that's halfway hopeful
-Don DeLillo
If you like love and fame
Shop early, get your shots
Don't spit, and pass with care—
Avoid it at all costs
Death, breakdown, despair;
They'll fall on you
-Eleanor Ross Taylor
the grass was too green
too polished too thick
the fence posed a lie
separation the trick
