The Sanest Thing In This World Is

There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching Fast To My Heart, A Huge Crab.

This Is No Dream Just My Oily Life Where The People Are Alibis And The Street Is Unfindable For An Entire Lifetime.

Rats Live On No Evil Star

I Lay There Silently, Hoarding My Small Dignity. I Did Not Ask About The Gate Or The Closet. I Did Not Question The Bedtime Ritual Where, On The Cold Bathroom Tiles, I Was Spread Out Daily And Examined For Flaws. I Did Not Know That My Bones, Those Solids, Those Pieces Of Sculpture Would Not Splinter.

Be Careful Of Words, / ... They Can Be Both Daisies And Bruises.