A Woman Who Writes Feels Too Much.

When Someone Kisses Someone Or Flushes The Toilet It Is My Other Who Sits In A Ball And Cries. My Other Beats A Tin Drum In My Heart. My Other Hangs Up Laundry As I Try To Sleep. My Other Cries And Cries And Cries When I Put On A Cocktail Dress.

Images Are Probably The Most Important Part Of The Poem. First Of All You Want To Tell A Story, But Images Are What Are Going To Shore It Up And Get To The Heart Of The Matter.

I Imitatea Memory Of Beliefthat I Do Not Own.

Nature Is Full Of Teeth That Come In One By One, Then Decay, Fall Out.

God Is Only Mocked By Believers.