Men Like Women Who Write. Even Though

All That Remains Of That Minute Is Time In All Its Purity, Bone-white Time.

Their Voices Reach Out Into The Empty Yard, Plunge Deep Into The Hills, Go Right Through The Heart.

Some People Are Like That - Closed - They Can't Learn From Anyone. Us, For Example, We Can't Learn Anything, Neither I From You Nor You From Me, Nor From Anyone, Nor From Anything, Nor From What Happens.

I Am Dead. I Have No Desire For You. My Body No Longer Wants The One Who Doesn’t Love.

She Had Lived Her Early Years As Though She Were Waiting For Something She Might, But Never Did, Become.