All Who Love Have Lied.

In A Dream You Are Never Eighty.

Of Course The New Testament Is Very Small. Its Mouth Opens Four Times As Out-of-date As A Prehistoric Monster, Yet Somehow Man-made.

Be Careful Of Words, / ... They Can Be Both Daisies And Bruises.

I Did Not Know The Woman I Would Be Nor That Blood Would Bloom In Me Each Month Like An Exotic Flower, Nor That Children, Two Monuments, Would Break From Between My Legs.

The Windows, The Starving Windows That Drive The Trees Like Nails Into My Heart.