Death's In The Good-bye.

My Husband Sings Baa Baa Black Sheep And We Pretend That All's Certain And Good, That The Marriage Won't End.

...became A Woman Who Learned Her Own Skin And Dug Into Her Soul And Found It Full.

Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm Borrowed. Now I'm Numb.

Cinderella And The Prince Lived, They Say, Happily Ever After, Like Two Dolls In A Museum Case Never Bothered By Diapers Or Dust, Never Arguing Over The Timing Of An Egg, Never Telling The Same Story Twice.

Poems Aren't Postcards To Send Home.