There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching

Someone Is Dead. Even The Trees Know It, Those Poor Old Dancers Who Come On Lewdly, All Pea-green Scarfs And Spine Pole.

I Burn The Way Money Burns.

Some Women Marry Houses. It's Another Kind Of Skin; It Has A Heart, A Mouth, A Liver And Bowel Movements.

Let There Be Seasons So That Our Tongues Will Be Rich In Asparagus And Limes.

All Who Love Have Lied.