Old love songs my granny disparaged/ as longing for the wrong things, telling/ the sand end of wanton desire.
Not everyone is interested in having a big career. I can’t count how many times I’ve said that to people who are like, “but didn’t you go to Harvard?”
The Devil’s just a part of us—people in general, my mother herself, and even first grade me. In a single sentence, my mom had demonstrated a certain sophistication, given her child comfort, and scared the living hell out of him.