I Would Like A Simple Life /

Be Careful Of Words, / ... They Can Be Both Daisies And Bruises.

All Day I've Built A Lifetime And Now The Sun Sinks To Undo It.

We Do Not Explain My Husband's Insane Abuse And We Do Not Say Why Your Wild-haired Wife Has Fled Or That My Father Opened Like A Walnut And Then Was Dead. Your Palms Fold Over Me Like Knees. Love Is The Only Use.

I'm The Crazy One Who Thinks That Words Reach People.

Then All This Became History. Your Hand Found Mine. Life Rushed To My Fingers Like A Blood Clot. Oh, My Carpenter, The Fingers Are Rebuilt. They Dance With Yours.