Each Body Has Its Art.

Abortions Will Not Let You Forget. You Remember The Children You Got That You Did Not Get.

It Is Brave To Be Involved. To Be Not Fearful To Be Unresolved.

I Am A Writer Perhaps Because I Am Not A Talker.

The Poetry Is Myself.

When You Love A Man, He Becomes More Than A Body. His Physical Limbs Expand, And His Outline Recedes, Vanishes. He Is Rich And Sweet And Right. He Is Part Of The World, The Atmosphere, The Blue Sky And The Blue Water.