Few People Know So Clearly What They

It Feels Strange To Me To Be Living In A Box, Hiding From The Steadying Influence Of The Moon; Wearing The Hide Of A Cow, Which Is Supposed To Be Dyed To Match God-knows-what, On My Feet; Making Promises Over The Telephone About Things I Will Do At A Precise Hour Next Year.

Oh, Mercy. If It Catches You In The Wrong Frame Of Mind, The King James Bible Can Make You Want To Drink Poison In No Uncertain Terms.

If It's Important, Your Heart Remembers.

Once The Rains Abated, My Father's Garden Thrived In The Heat Like An Unleashed Temper.

Alice Wonders If Other Women In The Middle Of The Night Have Begun To Resent Their Formica.