There’s a girl calm people don’t know about. It’s a girl teen standstill. A motionless peace. It doesn’t come from anywhere but inside us, and it only lasts for a few years. It’s born from...

Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, lemme tell you. Those are big years. Everybody always thinks of it as a time of adolescence—just getting through to the real part of your life—but it’s more than that. Sometimes...

I drop to the curb like childhood leaving a body.

I kiss her. I kiss her and kiss her. I try not to bite her lip. She tastes like vodkahoney.

What we need, is a break out. Out of our lives, out of Seattle, out of the dumb script of girl.