I Thought Clay Must Feel Happy In

Purification In Fire. Public Cremation

I Decided That If I Was Never Going To Sell Anything As Long As I Lived, I Might As Well Do What I Want To Do 'cause Then At Least I Would've Done What I Wanted To Do In Life. What's That Worth?

I Couldn't Imagine Owning Beauty Like My Mothers. I Wouldn't Dare.

Although She Was Giddy With Exhaustion, Sleep Was A Lover Who Refused To Be Touched.

No Matter How Unappealing, Each Of Them Imagines He Is Somehow Worthy.