Themes
Sorrow
This is a box filled with the sorrow of all the people who have been forgotten & some day it will wash the world clean.
Soul Mate
How can you be sure it has a soul? she said. You can’t, I said, unless you’ve got one yourself.
Sound Engine
this is a racing bathtub that goes really fast as long as he keeps making loud engine noises
Special Container
This is a special container for keeping lies that you tell yourself
& it doesn’t let in any light or air otherwise they start to go bad
& there’s nothing else you can do but throw them out.
Soccer Coach
There are about a hundred good reasons why no sane person would ever coach soccer, he told me on the drive home, but I forget most of them when I’m on my meds & then we laughed wildly in the bright spring air.
Solid Effort
It’s taken me a long time to get here, he said, so I don’t really care if it’s wrong.
Some Kind of Ride
feels like some kind of ride but it’s turning out just to be life going absolutely perfectly
Small World
We sat in the car & the night dropped down until the only sounds were the crickets & the dance of our voices & for a moment the world became small enough to roll back & forth between us.
Smaller World
I know he’s not really gone, she said, but the world still feels smaller to me today.
Smart Exercise
If you were smart, you’d probably spend more time stretching, he said
& I said, If I were really smart, I’d probably spend more time just sitting in the shade drinking lemonade
Smiling Eyes
She turned to me & whispered, don’t you just love it when you get so excited you forget to breathe? & the thought of her smiling eyes still makes me laugh.
Soccer
What are the rules? I said & he said you run & you run & you run until you fall over. There’s a couple others in there for variety, he added, but that’s the main one.
Slow Pitch
How’re you doing? I said & he said we’re undefeated in our appreciation of the game. That’s against incredible odds, he added.
Slumber Party
I don’t know if I really believe in all the saints, she said, but I pray to them anyway. It makes every night feel more like a slumber party.
Small Town
Everywhere’s a small town, she said, if you do something that bothers enough people.
Slapping Sharks
What’s that thing? I said. O, that’s an oar, he said, in case we hit a calm stretch & we decide we need more excitement & also it’s good for slapping sharks.
Sleeping Man
What I’m mostly good at is sleeping, he once told me in confidence, but he added, I don’t see much future in it.
Sloth
I’m waiting for sloth to come back in style, he said.
You may wait a long time, I said.
That’s OK, he said, I can use the practice.
Slow Change
prepared for most every eventuality if it doesn’t happen too fast
Slow Cure
has some sort of disease where you hallucinate & start to not believe in love, but after a year or two, or even sometimes ten or twenty, it cures itself & all that’s left are a few little red spots that twinge & ache whenever you get too near someone else that has the disease & it’s all you can do to stop from reaching out & holding them close