God Has A Brown Voice, As Soft

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.

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.

Thumbs Grow Into My Throat. I Wear Slaps Like A Spot Of Rouge.

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

After A Disaster Strikes, It Can Be Very Devastating And Very Challenging. You're Going To Need A Lot Of Strength And Energy, And The American Red Cross Suggests You Go For The High Protein Items.