I Was Spread Out Dailyand Examined For

I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are The Trouble With Me I Watch You Walk Right By

My Sleeping Pill Is White. It Is A Splendid Pearl; It Floats Me Out Of Myself, My Stung Skin As Alien As A Loose Bolt Of Cloth.

I Am A Collection Of Dismantled Almosts.

My Safe, Safe Psychosis Is Broken. It Was Hard. It Was Made Of Stone. It Covered My Face Like A Mask. But It Has Cracked.

...became A Woman Who Learned Her Own Skin And Dug Into Her Soul And Found It Full.