If All Good, Respectable People Had One

I Sit At My Window And The Words Fly Past Me Like Birds — With God's Help I Catch Some.

Have All Beautiful Things Sad Destinies?

...i Know All About Myself Now, I Know. You've Told Me So Often. You Haven't Left Me One Rag Of Illusion To Clothe Myself In.

I Didn't Know, I Didn't Know, I Didn't Know.

Life If Curious When Reduced To Its Essentials