I Raise My Pelvis To God So

There Is Hope. There Is Hope Everywhere. Today God Give Milk And I Have The Pail.

I Hoard Books. They Are People Who Do Not Leave.

I Am Torn In Two But I Will Conquer Myself.

When Someone Kisses Someone Or Flushes The Toilet It Is My Other Who Sits In A Ball And Cries. My Other Beats A Tin Drum In My Heart. My Other Hangs Up Laundry As I Try To Sleep. My Other Cries And Cries And Cries When I Put On A Cocktail Dress.

The Body Is A Damn Hard Thing To Kill.