"Spring and Summer"

     MARLA: Hey. How are you holding up?
     FELICITY: …Where’s Sam?
     MARLA: He took the kids back to the hotel. Jimmy spent the whole funeral trying to wiggle out of his tie. I thought Aunt Helen was going to smack him. (Beat.) It’s … been a long day for them.
     FELICITY: God, I’m sure I look awful. I don’t think I’ve ever cried so much, and I’m not one of those women who can weep beautifully. Not that it matters, really.
     MARLA: Fee, you look fine. Nobody expects you to be together today. Hell, it’s not as if anyone else is.

"Seventeen’s the Limit"

     A normal person would’ve noticed the golden beams of sunlight, streaming through the leafy canopies above her head, would’ve felt the soft grass cradle her as she lay sprawled on her back on the clearing floor, would’ve listened to the leaves swaying like ocean waves breaking on a beach. However, I’ve never been a “normal” person, so the very first thing I noticed as I laid there, was the gentle aroma of strawberry scented perfume.

"The Awful Rowing"

     Once,
     My Grandmother was Anne Sexton
     In a photo
     With hair rolled back softly,
     Thoughtful eyes,
     Married woman at nineteen.
     But, now,
     Grandma is framed in a mauve motorized armchair
     And a tired yellow house
     On East Eichel where,