Jenny, Interrupted
And once again Elizabeth thinks, How thrilling to be dead.
The Daily Willa
It all began with the funny papers, the goddamn funny papers.
Jenny, Invisible Friend
Before I jumped in that fountain, I’d been on the verge of turning three.
Windows
Traffic passes, and Kwame waits. If he did cross the street, cars would simply drive through him, but this is the discipline he’s learned: the afterlife can’t be hurried.
Jenny, Sliver
Finally I understood my death.