Yet Love Enters My Blood Like An

[i] Have Fantasies Of Killing Myself And Thus Being The Powerful One Not The Powerless One.

My Mouth Blooms Like A Cut.

I Cannot Walk An Inch / Without Trying To Walk To God.

Watch Out For Love (unless It Is True, And Every Part Of You Says Yes Including The Toes), It Will Wrap You Up Like A Mummy, And Your Scream Won't Be Heard And None Of Your Running Will Run.

It's A Little Mad, But I Believe I Am Many People. When I Am Writing A Poem, I Feel I Am The Person Who Should Have Written It.