We May Eat Dinner Together, But Everyone

In The Labyrinth Of A Difficult Text, We Find Unmarked Forks In The Path, Detours, Blind Alleys, Loops That Deliver Us Back To Our Point Of Entry, And Finally The Monster Who Whispers An Unintelligible Truth In Our Ears.

My Father Liked To Moralize, And So Do I. But He Was In Earnest, While I Am Embarrassed And Pretend That I Am Merely Being Witty.

Energy Falls Just Short Of Being Joy.

The Flesh Of Past Lovers Looks Both Familiar And Strange.

Chastity Is Now Treated As A Sexual Problem.