Gasping For Breath, The Body Still Battling

And In This Moment, Like A Swift Intake Of Breath, The Rain Came.

I'd Rather Have Cancer Than A Dishonest Heart. Which Isn't Being Pious. Just Practical. Cancer May Cool You, But The Other's Sure To.

I Love New York, Even Though It Isn't Mine, The Way Something Has To Be, A Tree Or A Street Or A House, Something, Anyway, That Belongs To Me Because I Belong To It.

Traveling Wears Me Out.

Love Should Be Allowed. I’m All For It. Now That I’ve Got A Pretty Good Idea What It Is.