Art Is Too Long, And Life Is

Here I Am In The Garden Laughing An Old Woman With Heavy Breasts And A Nicely Mapped Face How Did This Happen Well That's Who I Wanted To Be At Last A Woman In The Old Style Sitting Stout Thighs Apart Under A Big Skirt Grandchild Sliding On Off My Lap A Pleasant Summer Perspiration That's My Old Man Across The Yard He's Talking To The Meter Reader He's Telling Him The World's Sad Story How Electricity Is Oil Or Uranium And So Forth I Tell My Grandson Run Over To Your Grandpa Ask Him To Sit Beside Me For A Minute I Am Suddenly Exhausted By My Desire To Kiss His Sweet Explaining Lips.

Most Of The Womens Libbers I Knew Really Didnt Want To Have A Piece Of The Mens Pie. They Thought That Pie Was Kind Of Poisonous, Toxic, Really Full Of Weapons, Poison Gases, All Kinds Of Mean Junk We Didnt Even Want A Slice Of.

Old Age Is Not A Good Thing. It Can Be Really Hard, And Those Of Us Who Have It A Little Easier Should Keep In Mind That There Are Hundreds Of Thousands Of People Who Are Not As Well Off.

I Liked The Education. I Liked People Learning Things All Around Me And I Liked Going To People's Classes.

Well, By Now You Must Know Yourself, Honey, Whatever You Do, Life Don't Stop. It Only Sits A Minute And Dreams A Dream.