The Frost Makes A Flower, The Dew

There Is So Much Hurt In This Game Of Searching For A Mate, Of Testing, Trying. And You Realize Suddenly That You Forgot It Was A Game, And Turn Away In Tears.

The Only Thing I Could Think Of Was Turkey Neck And Turkey Gizzards And I Felt Very Depressed.

I Am Still So Naïve; I Know Pretty Much What I Like And Dislike; But Please, Don’t Ask Me Who I Am. A Passionate, Fragmentary Girl, Maybe?

A Skeptic, I Would Ask For Consistency First Of All.

If You Dissect A Bird / To Diagram The Tongue, / You'll Cut The Chord / Articulating Song.