Inside Many Of Us Is A Small

There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching Fast To My Heart, A Huge Crab.

I Have Forgiven All The Old Actors For Dying. A New One Comes On With The Same Lines, Like Large White Growths, In His Mouth. The Dancers Come On From The Wings, Perfectly Mated.

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

Today Is Made Of Yesterday, Each Time I Steal Toward Rites I Do Not Know, Waiting For The Lost Ingredient, As If Salt Or Money Or Even Lust Would Keep Us Calm And Prove Us Whole At Last.

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.