The Lawn Was White With Doctors

I Have Stitched Life Into Me Like A Rare Organ

O Love, How Did You Get Here?

I Have A Violence In Me That Is Hot As Death-blood.

I Am Disabused Of All Faith, And See Too Clearly.

If Only I Can Find Him... The Man Who Will Be Intelligent, Yet Physically Magnetic And Personable. If I Can Offer That Combination, Why Shouldn't I Expect It In A Man?