A Woman Who Writes Feels Too Much.

My Business Is Words. Words Are Like Labels, Or Coins, Or Better, Like Swarming Bees.

I Was Spread Out Dailyand Examined For Flaws.

Everyone Has Left Me Except My Muse, That Good Nurse. She Stays In My Hand, A Mild White Mouse.

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

Blue Eyes Wash Off Sometimes.