My mother is a firm believer in the long pause, useful in interrogations, proclamations of truth, and the occasional cutting dead of someone without their knowing it.

“I am going insane. Yes. That is what´s happening. Good. Insane.”

“How can I grieve what is still in motion?" I ask her. "Shoes are still dropping…”

“It would be sad and wrong in so many ways to self-combust at this time.”

“I love you as the mother of my child": the kiss of death.Mother of His Child: d…”