Ilya in the empty train sitting in his wet pants.
I do not really have faith in Vivi, or Grace, or Bella.
I do not really have faith in Vivi, or Grace, or Bella.
Their bossiness frightens me.
Zoe, you frighten me with your careless smile.
Stefan I trust you with your grandpa
Stefan I trust you with your grandpa
from the old country,
your sloping nose.
And Ilya, quiet. Ilya, alone.
I still can't believe your parents met on a midnight bus to Georgia
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