The Sheets Grow Heavy As A Lecher's

The Box Is Only Temporary.

I Didn’t Want Any Flowers, I Only Wanted To Lie With My Hands Turned Up And Be Utterly Empty. How Free It Is, You Have No Idea How Free.

I Smile, Now, Thinking: We All Like To Think We Are Important Enough To Need Psychiatrists

And The Danger Is That In This Move Toward New Horizons And Far Directions, That I May Lose What I Have Now, And Not Find Anything Except Loneliness

I Think I Made You Up Inside My Head.