I Gulp Down My Pleasures, Chew Over

Seeing My Malevolent Face In The Mirror, My Benevolent Soul Shrinks Back.

Belief Forages, Moving From Pasture To Pasture.

Deconstruction: Peering Suspiciously At The Text, I Wait For It To Make A Slip And Betray Itself.

Readers Transform A Library From A Mausoleum Into Many Theaters.

I Regret. I Apologize. I Blame Myself. I Continue As Before.