Fear / A Motor, / Pumps Me

I Can Only Sign Over Everything, The House, The Dog, The Ladders, The Jewels, The Soul, The Family Tree, The Mailbox. Then I Can Sleep. Maybe.

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

I Love The Word Warm. It Is Almost Unbearable-- So Moist And Breathlike.

Not That It Was Beautiful, But That I Found Some Order There.

My Death From The Wrists, Two Name Tags, Blood Worn Like A Corsage To Bloom One On The Left And One On The Right.