I Would Like A Simple Life /

I Am Not At Home In Myself. I Am My Own Stranger.

All I Am Is The Trick Of Words Writing Themselves.

It Is June. I Am Tired Of Being Brave.

Oh, Darling, Let Your Body In, Let It Tie You In, In Comfort.

No Matter Whose Bed You Die In The Bed Will Be Yours For Your Voyage Onto The Surgical Andiron Of God.