Claire, I-Look, my life is one long series of screw-ups and bad decisions, and I know that. I own that. But you. . . I just want you to be happy. And it cuts me when you're not. " "I'm happy with you. " She heard the smile in his voice this time. "So what do you really want? A storybook life in Vampireville, with your life on the line every day and a half?" "I'm considering it," she said. And she was.
Writing a poem is unwriting a knot, like untying a shoelace that is clubbing your foot.