All Day I've Built A Lifetime And

I Am Torn In Two But I Will Conquer Myself.

Blue Eyes Wash Off Sometimes.

I Am A Collection Of Dismantled Almosts.

Let God Be Some Tribal Female Who Is Known But Forbidden.

I Sit At My Desk Each Night With No Place To Go, Opening The Wrinkled Maps Of Milwaukee And Buffalo, The Whole U.s., Its Cemeteries, Its Arbitrary Time Zones, Through Routes Like Small Veins, Capitals Like Small Stones.