“The dotted line my father's ashplant madeOn Sandymount StrandIs something else the tide won't wash away.”
“I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.”
“But it's writing, damn it, not washing the car or putting on eyeliner. If you can take it seriously, we can do business. If you can't or won't, it's time for you to close the book and do something else. Wash the car, maybe.”
“My lines all curve. I tend to connect the wrong dots.”
“Sounds buzz around me, and I'm sure the painted dragonflies have come loose from the frieze on our walls to flap their wings in my ears, making my skin prickle and crawl as tides of sickness wash me away.”
“A line is a dot that went for a walk.”