Well, As My Dad Would Say, It

I Mean, If I Went Into My Closet, I Could Find A Previous Draft And Try To Figure That Out, But It Takes A Long Time For Me To Find The Voice To Tell A Story In. I Was Working From Other Points Of View For A Couple Years There.

As If In The Other Side Of His Kiss There Could Ve A New Life

But, He Also Said It Because Part Of Him Wanted More Of Her, This Cold Woman Who Was Not Exactly Cold, This Rock Who Was Not Stone.

The Moon Is Whole All The Time, But We Can’t Always See It. What We See Is An Almost Moon Or Not-quite Moon. The Rest Is Hiding Just Out Of View, But There’s Only One Moon, So We Follow It In The Sky. We Plan Our Lives Based On Its Rhythms And Tides.

Stones And Bones; Snow And Frost; Seeds And Beans And Polliwogs. Paths And Twigs, Assorted Kisses, We All Know Who Daddy Misses! His Two Little Frogs Of Girls, That’s Who. They Know Where They Are, Do You, Do You?