All In All, I'd Say, The World

I Am Not At Home In Myself. I Am My Own Stranger.

Nature Is Full Of Teeth That Come In One By One, Then Decay, Fall Out.

I Am A Collection Of Dismantled Almosts.

When Someone Kisses Someone Or Flushes The Toilet It Is My Other Who Sits In A Ball And Cries. My Other Beats A Tin Drum In My Heart. My Other Hangs Up Laundry As I Try To Sleep. My Other Cries And Cries And Cries When I Put On A Cocktail Dress.

So I Won't Hang Around In My Hospital Shift, Repeating The Black Mass And All Of It. I Say Live, Live Because Of The Sun, The Dream, The Excitable Gift.