“Then my mother will sit and wait, getting high enough to know there is little space between the past and the present. In that space, maybe I really will come back home to her. She will think this because it was my promise. But I will never come back home. I’m too dead to do a thing like that.”

“Then my mother will sit and wait, getting high enough to know there is little space between the past and the present. In that space, maybe I really will come back home to her. She will think this because it was my promise. But I will never come back home. I’m too dead to do a thing like that.”

— Tiffany McDaniel