Letters Are False Really - They Are

The Sky Breaks. It Sags And Breathes Upon My Face. In The Presence Of Mine Enemies, Mine Enemies The World Is Full Of Enemies. There Is No Safe Place.

Once I Was Beautiful. Now I Am Myself, Counting This Row And That Row Of Moccasins Waiting On The Silent Shelf.

I Love The Word Warm. It Is Almost Unbearable-- So Moist And Breathlike.

My Mouth Blooms Like A Cut.

You Who Have Inhabited Me In The Deepest And Most Broken Place, Are Going, Going