I Have Been Cut In Two.

Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.

The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.

The Soul Was Not Cured, It Was As Full As A Clothes Closet Of Dresses That Did Not Fit.

Loving Me With My Shoes Off Means Loving My Long Brown Legs, Sweet Dears, As Good As Spoons; And My Feet, Those Two Children Let Out To Play Naked.

The Fish Are Naked. The Fish Are Always Awake. They Are The Color Of Old Spoons And Caramels.