Women Tell Time By The Body. They

Our Checks Are Pale. Our Wallets Are Invalids. Past Due, Past Due, Is What Our Bills Are Saying And Yet We Kiss In Every Corner, Scuffing The Dust And The Cat. Love Rises Like Bread As We Go Bust.

I Try To Take Care And Be Gentle To Them. Words And Eggs Must Be Handled With Care. Once Broken They Are Impossible Things To Repair.

O Starry Night, This Is How I Want To Die

My Heart Is On A Budget. It Keeps Me On The Brink.

I Am A Collection Of Dismantled Almosts.