Frog Has No Nerves. Frog Is As

Our Eyes Are Full Of Terrible Confessions.

I Love The Word Warm. It Is Almost Unbearable-- So Moist And Breathlike.

I'm An Empress. I Wear An Apron. My Typewriter Writes. It Didn't Break The Way It Warned. Even Crazy, I'm As Nice As A Chocolate Bar.

Now I Am Just An Elderly Lady Who Is Full Of Spleen, Who Humps Around Greater Boston In A God-awful Hat, Who Never Lived And Yet Outlived Her Time, Hating Men And Dogs And Democrats.

Let There Be A Heaven So That Man May Outlive His Grasses.