It Is So Much Safer Not To

I Decided I Would Put Off The Novel Until I Had Gone To Europe And Had A Lover, And That I Would Never Learn A Word Of Shorthand. If I Never Learned Shorthand I Would Never Have To Use It.

My Flesh Winced, In Cowardice, From Such A Death.

Tomorrow Is Another Day Toward Death.

Over Coffee And Orange Juice The Embryonic Suicide Brightens Visibly.

I Do Not Fear It: I Have Been There.