A Woman Who Writes Feels Too Much.

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

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

Yes, I Know. Death Sits With His Key In My Lock. Not One Day Is Taken For Granted. Even Nursery Rhymes Have Put Me In Hock.

The Town Is Silent. The Night Boils With Eleven Stars. Oh Starry Starry Night! This Is How I Want To Die.

But My Future Is A Secret. / It Is As Shy As A Mole.