I Put The Gold Star Up In

Sometimes The Soul Takes Pictures Of Things It Has Wished For, But Never Seen.

Inside Many Of Us Is A Small Old Man Who Wants To Get Out.

Need Is Not Quite Belief.

Here In The Hospital, I Say,that Is Not My Body, Not My Body.i Am Not Here For The Doctorsto Read Like A Recipe.

Take Adultery Or Theft. Merely Sins. It Is Evil Who Dines On The Soul, Stretching Out Its Long Bone Tongue. It Is Evil Who Tweezers My Heart, Picking Out Its Atomic Worms.