I Believed In Immaculate Conception And Spontaneous

Women Have Waited Millions Of Years, Growing Separate As Another Species, With Visions And Priorities No Man-words, No Man-measurements Can Comprehend.

Whenever I Get Lost In A Novel I Just Throw A Poem In. What It Does Is Flare Up, And It's So Illuminated That I'm Able To See Where To Go. I Write Between These Illuminations.

I Knew A Book Of Mine Was Finished When I Was In Intensive Care.

Like I'm Dragging Bundles Of Old Clothes? I'm Carrying Artifacts That Breathe Fire. I'm Talking About A Language Of Smoke. These Are Three-dimensional Creatures That Can Mate. I'd No More Leave Them Go By The Side Of The Trail Than I Would My Child. I'll Carry Them Until Someone Amputates My Arms.

I Believed In Immaculate Conception And Spontaneous Combustion. I Believed In Aliens From Outer Space And Vampires, Prophecy, And The Resurrection Of The Dead. I Had Deja Vu Many Times Each Day. I Was Thirteen.