Katie

#stories

"To those who died on the Coast. This is a memory of the Coast: to each his own recollections, her reclamations, their restorations, the return of the Coast."

and the crime - but what could contain my fire? I explored. I saw the down trees (they were beautiful), the down power lines (beautiful), and broken glass. I saw the life I once had rise from me like a tiny balloon.

They let me go once, my hands always laughing

'If your enemies are hungry, feed them.' But to be perfectly clear, my enemies are not hungry.

My last man? He never even met his father. Four women, six kids. Three of whom are named after luxury cars. Child support? Do you know anything about your people? Your father probably took you fly-fishing, helped you with your geometry homework after coming home from work. You'll probably do the same

He will tell you the distance between heartbreak and rage

especially not the mother of Jesse Washington whose charred body hangs from a chain in a chestnut tree in Waco Texas in 1916.