When They Turn The Sun On Again

I Tell You What You’ll Never Really Know: All The Medical Hypothesis That Explained My Brain Will Never Be As True As These Struck Leaves Letting Go.

When I Lie Down To Love, Old Dwarf Heart Shakes Her Head. Like An Imbecile She Was Born Old.

It Doesn't Matter Who My Father Was; It Matters Who I Remember He Was.

Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn.

My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those Whores, Would Play No More.