No Matter Whose Bed You Die In

Then God Spoke To Me And Said: People Say Only Good Things About Christmas. If They Want To Say Something Bad, They Whisper.

The Town Is Silent. The Night Boils With Eleven Stars. Oh Starry Starry Night! This Is How I Want To Die.

I Think Of Myself As Writing For One Person, That One Perfect Reader Who Understands And Loves.

I Am In My Own Mind. I Am Locked In The Wrong House.

The Sky Breaks. It Sags And Breathes Upon My Face. In The Presence Of Mine Enemies, Mine Enemies The World Is Full Of Enemies. There Is No Safe Place.