A collection of poems about family, inner perceptions, relationships, and friends. As the author says in the poem: ""...Read books with words dark as rained-on grass, tree trunks, blacktop, clothes sucking up to skin. Each word slides like mascara. The water on my cheek, pressing down my hair, hanging like spiders from my eyelashes - these are all part of the book, the part that makes it worth reading. Let these be the last lines you write - not a suicide note, but as final as one. Beware the greed good poetry breeds, greed for more and more verse. Soon you won't get through the day without a shot."