I Am Not At Home In Myself.

It Would Be Pleasant To Be Drunk.

A Woman / Who Loves A Woman / Is Forever Young.

Then All This Became History. Your Hand Found Mine. Life Rushed To My Fingers Like A Blood Clot. Oh, My Carpenter, The Fingers Are Rebuilt. They Dance With Yours.

The Windows, The Starving Windows That Drive The Trees Like Nails Into My Heart.

There Is Hope. There Is Hope Everywhere. Today God Give Milk And I Have The Pail.