I'm Really Sorry For People Growing Up

I Don't Believe Civilization Can Do A Lot More Than Educate A Person's Senses.

In The End, Long Life Is The Reward, Strength, And Beauty.

Here I Am In The Garden Laughing An Old Woman With Heavy Breasts And A Nicely Mapped Face How Did This Happen Well That's Who I Wanted To Be At Last A Woman In The Old Style Sitting Stout Thighs Apart Under A Big Skirt Grandchild Sliding On Off My Lap A Pleasant Summer Perspiration That's My Old Man Across The Yard He's Talking To The Meter Reader He's Telling Him The World's Sad Story How Electricity Is Oil Or Uranium And So Forth I Tell My Grandson Run Over To Your Grandpa Ask Him To Sit Beside Me For A Minute I Am Suddenly Exhausted By My Desire To Kiss His Sweet Explaining Lips.

The Women's Movement Was Coming, But I Didn't Know It In 1956-1957, When I Began To Write.

I Often See Through Things Right To The Apparition Itself.