I Am Flushed And Warm. I Think

I Have To Live My Life, And It Is The Only One I’ll Ever Have.

Dancing Is The Normal Prelude To Intercourse.

When They Asked Me What I Wanted To Be I Said I Didn't Know.

I Wondered What I Thought I Was Burying.

This Is Newness: Every Little Tawdry Obstacle Glass-wrapped And Peculiar, Glinting And Clinking In A Saint's Falsetto. Only You Don't Know What To Make Of The Sudden Slippiness, The Blind, White, Awful, Inaccessible Slant. There's No Getting Up It By The Words You Know. No Getting Up By Elephant Or Wheel Or Shoe. We Have Only Come To Look. You Are Too New To Want The World In A Glass Hat.