But My Future Is A Secret. /

I Did Not Know The Woman I Would Be Nor That Blood Would Bloom In Me Each Month Like An Exotic Flower, Nor That Children, Two Monuments, Would Break From Between My Legs.

To Tell The Truth Days Are All The Same Size And Words Aren't Much Company.

Everyone Has Left Me Except My Muse, That Good Nurse. She Stays In My Hand, A Mild White Mouse.

One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep Nightmares Out.

There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching Fast To My Heart, A Huge Crab.