Nothing Easier Than To Confuse Busyness With

As The Tenor Roars His Passion, I Think Sadly Of My Spreading Middle, And His.

Stutters And Snorts Are Meaningful But Not Usually Referential.

Doubt Is Long-winded. Certainty Is Brief.

When Medusa Looks In The Mirror, She Sees The Lady Of Sorrows.

I Am Kept In Bondage By The Moles Of My Beloved.