There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching

The Snow Has Quietness In It; No Songs, No Smells, No Shouts Or Traffic. When I Speak My Own Voice Shocks Me.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?

To Die Whole, Riddled With Nothing But Desire For It, Is Like Breakfast After Love.

The Boys And Girls Are One Tonight. They Unbutton Blouses. They Unzip Flies. They Take Off Shoes. They Turn Off The Light. The Glimmering Creatures Are Full Of Lies. They Are Eating Each Other. They Are Overfed. At Night, Alone, I Marry The Bed.

All Who Love Have Lied.