A Woman Who Writes Feels Too Much.

I'm The Crazy One Who Thinks That Words Reach People.

Thumbs Grow Into My Throat. I Wear Slaps Like A Spot Of Rouge.

I Will Be Steel! I Will Build A Steel Bridge Over My Need! I Will Build A Bomb Shelter Over My Heart! But My Future Is A Secret. It Is As Shy As A Mole.

Big Heart, Wide As A Watermelon, But Wise As Birth, There Is So Much Abundance In The People I Have.

I Try To Take Care And Be Gentle To Them. Words And Eggs Must Be Handled With Care. Once Broken They Are Impossible Things To Repair.