A Black-sharded Lady Keeps Me In A

Once One Has Seen God, What Is The Remedy?

That Afternoon My Mother Had Brought Me The Roses. "save Them For My Funeral," I'd Said.

A Black-sharded Lady Keeps Me In A Parrot Cage.

I've Got To Have Something. I Want To Stop It All, The Whole Monumental Grotesque Joke, Before It's Too Late. But Writing Poems And Letters Doesn't Seem To Do Much Good.

I Had Been Alone More Than I Could Have Been Had I Gone By Myself.