I Wish To Cry. Yet, I Laugh,

I Want To Be Important. By Being Different. And These Girls Are All The Same.

Why Can’t I Try On Different Lives, Like Dresses, To See Which Fits Best And Is More Becoming?

Love Set You Going Like A Fat Gold Watch. The Midwife Slapped Your Footsoles, And Your Bald Cry Took Its Place Among The Elements.

Let Me Live, Love And Say It Well In Good Sentences.

This Is The Light Of The Mind, Cold And Planetary. The Trees Of The Mind Are Black. The Light Is Blue.