What I Sometimes Mistake For Ecstasy Is

If You Died It Would Be Like My Bones Had Been Removed. No One Would Know Why, But I Would Collapse.

Sleep With A Dog And Rise Full Of Fleas.

I Love You Still, Against My Will.

It Is Myself I Have Never Met Whose Face Is Pasted On The Underside Of My Mind

I Am An Emotional Plagiarist, Stealing Other People's Pain, Subsuming It Into My Own Until I Can't Remember Whose It Is Any More.