Like A Cat I Have Nine Times

The Truth Comes To Me. The Truth Loves Me.

I Didn't Really See Why People Should Look At Me. Plenty Of People Looked Queerer Than I Did.

Perhaps, Perhaps This Would Be The One To Pull Me Out Of My Plunge.

If The Body Is A Temple, Then Tattoos Are Its Stained Glass Windows.

I Feel That Very Strongly: Having Been An Academic, Having Been Tempted By The Invitation To Stay On To Become A Ph.d., A Professor, And All That, One Side Of Me Certainly Does Respect All Disciplines, As Long As They Don't Ossify.