I Was Spread Out Dailyand Examined For

Even So, I Must Admire Your Skill. You Are So Gracefully Insane.

No One To Hate Except The Slim Fish Of Memory That Slides In And Out Of My Brain.

Death's In The Good-bye.

Images Are The Heart Of Poetry ... You're Not A Poet Without Imagery.

Somebody Who Should Have Been Born Is Gone. Yes, Woman, Such Logic Will Lead To Loss Without Death. Or Say What You Meant, You Coward . . . This Baby That I Bleed.