I Was Spread Out Dailyand Examined For

Today God Gives Milk / And I Have The Pail.

Give Me Your Skin As Sheer As A Cobweb, Let Me Open It Up And Listen In And Scoop Out The Dark.

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.

Poetry Is My Life, My Postmark, My Hands, My Kitchen, My Face.

It Is June. I Am Tired Of Being Brave.