The Worst Of It Is Over Now,

I Thought, My Love Is So Good, Why Isn't It Calling The Same Thing Back.

Since His Mother Died I Have Seen Him Steam A Cucumber Thinking It Was Zucchini. That's The Kind Of Thing That Turns My Heart Right Over.

I Think Of The Chimp, The One With The Talking Hands.

A Love Affair Begins With A Fantasy. For Instance, That The Beloved Will Always Be There.

And I See That Not Touching For So Long Was A Drive To The Beach With The Windows Rolled Up So The Waves Feel That Much Colder.