I Would Like A Simple Life /

The Witch's Life" When I Was A Child There Was An Old Woman In Our Neighborhood Whom We Called The Witch. All Day She Peered From Her Second Story Window From Behind The Wrinkled Curtains And Sometimes She Would Open The Window And Yell: Get Out Of My Life! She Had Hair Like Kelp And A Voice Like A Boulder. I Think Of Her Sometimes Now And Wonder If I Am Becoming Her.

O Yellow Eye, Let Me Be Sick With Your Heat, Let Me Be Feverish And Frowning.

My Business Is Words. Words Are Like Labels, Or Coins, Or Better, Like Swarming Bees.

To Die Whole, Riddled With Nothing But Desire For It, Is Like Breakfast After Love.

[i] Have Fantasies Of Killing Myself And Thus Being The Powerful One Not The Powerless One.