When They Turn The Sun On Again

We Do Not Explain My Husband's Insane Abuse And We Do Not Say Why Your Wild-haired Wife Has Fled Or That My Father Opened Like A Walnut And Then Was Dead. Your Palms Fold Over Me Like Knees. Love Is The Only Use.

To Tell The Truth Days Are All The Same Size And Words Aren't Much Company.

Psychiatry Is A Dirty Mirror.

What's Missing Is The Eyeballs In Each Of Us, But It Doesn't Matter Because You've Got The Bucks, The Bucks, The Bucks.

God Has A Brown Voice, As Soft And Full As Beer.