God Owns Heaven But He Craves The

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.

I Was Only Sitting Here In My White Study With The Awful Black Words Pushing Me Around.

I Think Of Myself As Writing For One Person, That One Perfect Reader Who Understands And Loves.

Somebody Who Should Have Been Born Is Gone. Yes, Woman, Such Logic Will Lead To Loss Without Death. Or Say What You Meant, You Coward . . . This Baby That I Bleed.

I Brush My Hair, Waiting In The Pain Machine For My Bones To Get Hard, For The Soft, Soft Bones That Were Laid Apart And Were Screwed Together. They Will Knit. And The Other Corpse, The Fractured Heart, I Feed It Piecemeal, Little Chalice. I'm Good To It.