Every Great Or Even Every Very Good

I’d Like To Go Out In The Front Yard And Shout Something. “none Of This Is Worth It!” That’s What I’d Like People To Hear.

And What Did You Want? To Call Myself Beloved, To Feel Myself Beloved On The Earth.

There Was This Funny Thing Of Anything Could Happen Now That We Realized Everything Had.

I Could Hear My Heart Beating. I Could Hear Everyone's Heart. I Could Hear The Human Noise We Sat There Making, Not One Of Us Moving, Not Even When The Room Went Dark.

I Am A Cigarette With A Body Attached To It