I Don't Feel I Can Speak With

Some Lesser Husbands Built A Latrine On The Hillside.

It Isn't That There's No Right And Wrong Here. There's No Right.

I'm My Own Writer. My Material Means I'm Entirely Separate.

As A Child I Knew Almost Nothing, Nothing Beyond What I Had Picked Up In My Grandmother's House. All Children, I Suppose, Come Into The World Like That, Not Knowing Who They Are.

After All, We Make Ourselves According To The Ideas We Have Of Our Possibilities.