And I A Smiling Woman. I Am

It Is A Terrible Thing To Be So Open: It Is As If My Heart Put On A Face And Walked Into The World.

Jealousy Can Open The Blood, It Can Make Black Roses.

I Cut You Out Because I Couldn't Stand Being A Passing Fancy.

I Felt Very Still And Empty, The Way The Eye Of A Tornado Must Feel, Moving Dully Along In The Middle Of The Surrounding Hullabaloo.

So I Kiss Him, And There Is The Great Dark Sea Ahead.