The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.

I Leave You, Home, When I'm Ripped From The Doorstep By Commerce Or Fate. Then I Submit To The Awful Subway Of The World.

I Grow Old On My Bitterness.

Oh, Darling, Let Your Body In, Let It Tie You In, In Comfort.

Please God, We're All Right Here. Please Leave Us Alone. Don't Send Death In His Fat Red Suit And His Ho-ho Baritone.

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.