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I Don't Think I Look Like The Pope's Favorite Catholic - At Least Not Under Close Scrutiny.

We Are In The Grip Of Some Big Machine Grinding Us Along. The Force Of It Simplifies Everything. A Weird Calm Settled Over Me From Inside Out. What Is About To Happen Has Stood In Line To Happen. All The Roads Out Of That Instant Have Been Closed, One By One.

How Much Smaller The Large Places Are Once We're Grown Up, When We Have Car Keys And Credit Cards.

If You Lie To Your Husband - Even About Something So Banal As How Much You Drink - Each Lie Is A Brick In A Wall Going Up Between You, And When He Tells You He Loves You, It's Deflected Away.

In My Godless Household, Poems Were The Closest We Came To Sacred Speech -- The Only Prayers Said.