I Want So Obviously, So Desperately To

It Is Best To Meet In A Cul-de-sac, A Palace Of Velvet With Windows Of Mirrors. There One Is Safe, There Are No Family Photographs, No Rings Through The Nose, No Cries.

I Am Afraid Of Getting Married. Spare Me From Cooking Three Meals A Dayspare Me From The Relentless Cage Of Routine And Rote.

I Am Sure There Are Things That Can't Be Cured By A Good Bath But I Can't Think Of One.

Nothing Stinks Like A Pile Of Unpublished Writing.

Love, Love, I Have Hung Our Cave With Roses.