There Are Always Two Deaths, The Real

Your Red Dress,’ She Said, And Laughed. But I Looked At The Dress On The Floor And It Was As If The Fire Had Spread Across The Room. It Was Beautiful And It Reminded Me Of Something I Must Do. I Will Remember I Thought. I Will Remember Quite Soon Now.

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.

Something Came Out From My Heart Into My Throat And Then Into My Eyes.

I Took The Red Dress Down And Put It Against Myself. 'does It Make Me Look Intemperate And Unchaste?' I Said.

If All Good, Respectable People Had One Face, I'd Spit In It.