So I'm going to read from Not Merely Because of the Unknown
That was Stalking Towards Them for just a little while,
before I read new work.
And for those of you who have not seen the book,
it's bisected pages.
So there's a narrative running across all the pages
and then underneath there's a home underground section.
And the home underground is what they
referred to the Lost Boys home.
It was underground and you had to go in through trees.
So if you were too big, you couldn't go down.
"If she lays out two spoons, two real spoons, and two forks, two
real forks, will he come then to take part
in a meal that is wholly imaginary?
The food was never real.
The food was never really real.
And so to send them to bed without,
to send them to bed without a meal, hardly meant anything.
These things may fit inside a thimble.
A pinch of salt, a few drops of water,
the tip of a woman's ring finger.
I will give you a thimble, says Wendy,
I will give you a thimble so you will
know the weight of my heart.
A thimble may protect against pricks, pinpricks,
needle pricks, tinker pricks, but not hooks.
Never hooks.
When he stabs his hook into you, you
will see that his eyes are the blue of forget me nots.
But that is Hook and not Peter.
Peter who will forget you.
Whose eyes are the color of vague memories, the color not
of sky but rather the semblance of sky.
The color of brittle mindedness, of corpse dressings,
of forgetting."