He Reminded Me Of Someone Who Put

Women Always Put Men First. That's How Everything Got So Screwed Up.

Echo, The Death Of A Sound That Had Nowhere To Go But To Come Back.

That Was The Thing About Words, They Were Clear And Specific-chair, Eye, Stone- But When You Talked About Feelings, Words Were Too Stiff, They Were This And Not That, They Couldn't Include All The Meanings. In Defining, They Always Left Something Out.

For She Is My Love, And Other Women Are But Big Bodies Of Flame.

It's All I Ever Really Wanted, That Revelation. The Possibility Of Fixed Stars.