The Sanest Thing In This World Is

God Is Only Mocked By Believers.

Poetry To Me Is Prayer.

Saints Have No Moderation, Nor Do Poets, Just Exuberance.

...became A Woman Who Learned Her Own Skin And Dug Into Her Soul And Found It Full.

You Cutting The Lawn, Fixing The Machines, All This Leprous Day And Then More Vodka, More Soda And The Pond Forgiving Our Bodies, The Pond Sucking Out The Throb.