
She Would Wait Forever
She Would Wait Forever
She Would Compare Herself to the Rest of His Trophies
Pain and Pleasure Seemed Indistinguishable
Toward Evening She Would Forget They Were Tires
He Would Worry as Each Storm Would Approach
Tire Dump at Sunset
The Trophy Room
He Could See Her Grave from His Window
At Night It looked More Realistic
She Had Seen Enough of the Neighbor
Harvest Was His Favorite Time of Year
He Had Promised Her a Pyramid
They Seemed to Be In Crisis