Like A Cat I Have Nine Times

I Never Feel So Much Myself As When I'm In A Hot Bath.

I Had Imagined A Kind, Ugly, Intuitive Man Looking Up And Say, 'ah!' In An Encouraging Way, As If He Could See Something I Couldn't, And Then I Would Find Words To Tell Him How I Was So Scared, As If I Were Being Stuffed Farther And Farther Into A Black, Airless Sack With No Way Out.

And I A Smiling Woman. I Am Only Thirty. And Like The Cat I Have Nine Times To Die.

Let Me Sit In A Flowerpot, The Spiders Won't Notice. My Heart Is A Stopped Geranium.

Love, Love, I Have Hung Our Cave With Roses.