Women Always Put Men First. That's How

Love Is A Check, That Can Be Forged, That Can Be Cashed. Love Is A Payment That Comes Due.

She’s Not As Pretty As You,” I Said “but She’s A Simpler Girl,” My Mother Whispered.

She Was Sitting Cross-legged On Her Bed In Her White Kimono, Writing In A Notebook With An Ink Pen She Dipped In A Bottle. 'never Let A Man Stay The Night,' She Told Me. 'dawn Has A Way Of Casting A Pall On Any Night Magic.' The Night Magic Sounded Lovely. Someday I Would Have Lovers And Write A Poem After.

I Understood Why She Did It. At That Moment I Knew Why People Tagged Graffiti On The Walls Of Neat Little Houses And Scratched The Paint On New Cars And Beat Up Well-tended Children. It Was Only Natural To Want To Destroy Something You Could Never Have.

The Word Rattled In My Head Like Rocks In An Oatmeal Box.