I Am Disabused Of All Faith, And

It Was My Last Act Of Love (first Words To Her Mother In The Hospital After Her First Major Suicide Attempt)

Slowly, Slowly, Catch The Monkey.

I Felt Very Low. I Had Been Unmasked Only That Morning By Jay Cee Herself, And I Felt Now That All The Uncomfortable Suspicions I Had About Myself Were Coming True. After Nineteen Years Of Running After Good Marks And Prizes And Grants Of One Sort And Another, I Was Letting Up, Slowing Down, Dropping Clean Out Of Race.

I Shut My Eyes And All The World Drops Dead; I Lift My Eyes And All Is Born Again.

I Am Dead To Them, Even Though I Once Flowered.