I chart the psyche, observing how I force myself to speak to you, imagining that together we might transform a life. Why this need to document change, to reverse a mood, to carry forward the time when magnolias bloom? Let’s follow the itinerant we up and over the jonquil's back, treading on its spilled bullion.
From Sex At Noon Taxes, Copyright © 2007 by Sally Van Doren. Reprinted with permission of the author.