I Hoard Books. They Are People Who

To Be Without God Is To Be A Snake / Who Wants To Swallow An Elephant.

Yesterday I Did Not Want To Be Borrowed But This Is The Typewriter That Sits Before Me And Love Is Where Yesterday Is At.

I Am Stuffing Your Mouth With Your Promises And Watching You Vomit Them Out Upon My Face.

Jewels! Today Each Twig Is Important, Each Ring, Each Infection, Each Form Is All That The Gods Must Have Meant.

Then All This Became History. Your Hand Found Mine. Life Rushed To My Fingers Like A Blood Clot. Oh, My Carpenter, The Fingers Are Rebuilt. They Dance With Yours.