If I Rest, If I Think Inward,

There Is A Certain Clinical Satisfaction In Seeing Just How Bad Things Can Get.

That Afternoon My Mother Had Brought Me The Roses. "save Them For My Funeral," I'd Said.

There Is No Life Higher Than The Grasstops

But When It Came Right Down To It, The Skin Of My Wrist Looked So White And Defenseless That I Couldn't Do It.

There Is A Charge For The Eyeing Of My Scars, There Is A Charge For The Hearing Of My Heart - It Really Goes. And There Is A Charge, A Very Large Charge, For A Word Or A Touch Or A Bit Of Blood Or A Piece Of My Hair Or My Clothes.