“Out here, there are stretches of land where you can go for miles and miles and find only blank space between towns. It’s a Northern country and few choose to stay. It could make you hopeful that there is so much earth left lying around to be claimed, or it could make you afraid, all this room, going on, for nothing. It depends on how you’d like to see it.”
- From “World That Owes” by Delaney Nolan
“My school was on fire. It was exhilarating. Fire trucks were whipping their sirens around, and my whole high school was out on the football field, chattering excitedly, whispering in little groups, because we were missing class, and oh my goodness, firemen! The headmaster came onto the green lawn and waved for our attention. He used a megaphone to make an announcement. I was barely listening. I was looking at the buildings, trying to see smoke.”
- Delaney Nolan, “I Was a Teenage Arsonist”
Six feet tall and arms like bundled wire. He go strutting the length of the house. Bottle cap pried up with his long bad teeth, spitting tin and blood in the trashcan and turning to put that sweet mouth on me, saying, Heart, come closer. Come here. Loving in your wolfish, in your wicked.
I’ve known you and known you and known you. For always all cramped up in your bedroom like little. See this: this marks the sixteenth August what you told me it’s too toxic to go outside.
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