I Cannot Walk An Inch / Without

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.

I Would Like To Think That No One Would Die Anymore If We All Believed In Daisies But The Worms Know Better, Don't They? They Slide Into The Ear Of A Corpse And Listen To His Great Sigh.

I Burn The Way Money Burns.

Don't Bite Till You Know If It's Bread Or Stone.

God Has A Brown Voice, As Soft And Full As Beer.