I’m Lost. And It’s My Own Fault.

It Is A Dead Heart. It Is Inside Of Me. It Is A Stranger Yet Once It Was Agreeable, Opening And Closing Like A Clam.

What A Lay Me Down This Is With Two Pink, Two Orange, Two Green, Two White Goodnights.

The Man Inside Of Woman Ties A Knot So That They Will Never Again Be Separate.

I, In My Brand New Body, Which Was Not A Woman's Yet, Told The Stars My Questions And Thought God Could Really See The Heat And The Painted Light, Elbows, Knees, Dreams, Goodnight.

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