I Love My Rejection Slips. They Show

I Love My Rejection Slips. They Show Me I Try.

Maybe Forgetfulness, Like A Kind Snow, Should Numb And Cover Them. But They Were A Part Of Me. They Were My Landscape.

I Do Not Know Who I Am, Where I Am Going - And I Am The One Who Has To Decide The Answers To These Hideous Questions.

Like A Cat I Have Nine Times To Die.

There Is More Than One Good Way To Drown.