"I was so preoccupied with the idea of losing my body, it had never occurred to me that I might lose my mind."
Every poetry anthology I read, I write a comment like, “I don’t read poetry that often BUT I actually really loved this”. Why?
“Maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capable of when we least expect it.”
"This is not your fault, Claire. This is nobody's fault. Sometimes there just isn't anyone to blame."
A magnifying glass to their insecurities and the pressures that can lead to domestic disintegration.