Being Kissed On The Back Of The

It Is A Dead Heart. It Is Inside Of Me. It Is A Stranger Yet Once It Was Agreeable, Opening And Closing Like A Clam.

[i] Have Fantasies Of Killing Myself And Thus Being The Powerful One Not The Powerless One.

I Burn The Way Money Burns.

Thumbs Grow Into My Throat. I Wear Slaps Like A Spot Of Rouge.

...became A Woman Who Learned Her Own Skin And Dug Into Her Soul And Found It Full.