Suddenly I'm Not Half The Girl I

Everyone In Me Is A Bird I Am Beating All My Wings

And If I Tried To Give You Something Else, Something Outside Myself, You Would Not Know That The Worst Of Anyone Can Be, Finally, An Accident Of Hope

Love Your Self's Self Where It Lives.

I Would Like To Bury All The Hating Eyes Under The Sand Somewhere.

There Is A Good Look That I Wear Like A Blood Clot. I Have Sewn It Over My Left Breast. I Have Made A Vocation Of It.