I Have Stitched Life Into Me Like

Wear Your Heart On Your Skin In This Life.

Living With Him Is Like Being Told A Perpetual Story: His Mind Is The Biggest, Most Imaginative I Have Ever Met. I Could Live In Its Growing Countries Forever.

But Writing Poems And Letters Doesn't Seem To Do Much Good.

I Dream Too Much, Work Too Little.

I Felt Overstuffed And Dull And Disappointed, The Way I Always Do The Day After Christmas.