The Stars Are Pears That No One

Blue Eyes Wash Off Sometimes.

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

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.

... Man Is Eating The Earth Up Like A Candy Bar.

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.