The morning moves slowly and sunlight pours in.
Growing up in Chicago, the memories return.
Everyone knew her emptiness. Into her 20s, she
was just trying to survive for a lark, pumping gas.
She found herself searching for chicken soup,
its strength trickling in. This kind of work makes
her sane. Something’s not right in the church.
How do you word it? What do you do? You can
eat her life. The star grows—her eyes light up.