To The Person In The Bell Jar,

I Lean To You, Numb As A Fossil. Tell Me I'm Here.

You Are A Dream; I Hope I Never Meet You.

Over Coffee And Orange Juice The Embryonic Suicide Brightens Visibly.

I Am Afraid Of Getting Married. Spare Me From Cooking Three Meals A Dayspare Me From The Relentless Cage Of Routine And Rote.

I Hate Handing Over Money To People For Doing What I Could Just As Easily Do Myself, It Makes Me Nervous.