I Tried To Speak In A Cool,

I Need The Reality Of Other People, Work, To Fulfill Myself. Must Never Become A Mere Mother And Housewife.

What Did My Fingers Do Before They Held Him? What Did My Heart Do, With Its Love?

Masks Are The Order Of The Day - And The Least I Can Do Is Cultivate The Illusion That I Am Gay, Serene, Not Hollow And Afraid.

The Thought That I Might Kill Myself Formed In My Mind Coolly As A Tree Or A Flower.

I, Love, I Am The Pure Acetylene Virgin Attended By Roses.