Applesmell soaks the air falling up into a story book; sour sugar. barbed velvet. Many adults are really dead inside- it's amazing anything survives. In heaven, my grandparents frown air scented with their native language. What do they know about the inside of my head? God crackles over the intercom, listen to me listen to me listen to me No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding. Women are people, not furniture- Her body belongs to her.