I Had Decided I Would Put Off

Love Set You Going Like A Fat Gold Watch. The Midwife Slapped Your Footsoles, And Your Bald Cry Took Its Place Among The Elements.

Talking About My Fears To Others Feeds It.

How Can You Be So Many Women To So Many Strange People, Oh You Strange Girl?

Over Coffee And Orange Juice The Embryonic Suicide Brightens Visibly.

I Have Been Holding A Dialogue With Myself And Girding Myself To Stand Fast Without Running.