I Want To Become Acutely Aware Of

No, I Won't Try To Escape Myself By Losing Myself In Artificial Chatter 'did You Have A Nice Vacation?' 'oh, Yes, And You?' I'll Stay Here And Try To Pin That Loneliness Down.

Your Room Is Not Your Prison. You Are.

I Am Silver And Exact.i Have No Preconceptions.

I Had Decided I Would Put Off The Novel Until I Had Gone To Europe And Had A Lover.

The Door Of The Novel, Like The Door Of The Poem, Also Shuts. But Not So Fast, Nor With Such Manic, Unanswerable Finality.