“Hers to be his to be hers ad infinitum, smoke smudging the bell of her throat. To what had been or might've been her thoughts migrated, cloth wall he pressed his hand against, he of the indelicate embrace.” SmokeThroat Book:Nod House Source: Nod House
“Nod house turned into shout house. In the shout house memory said shut up. It said silence, misery said amen, the mule's head meant my stubborn lungs. . . I stood imagining I fell back dreaming, stuck tongue stuck in my jaw broke my jaw” MemoryDreamingNodJaw Book:Nod House Source: Nod House