I Write This Sitting In The Kitchen

Perhaps What You Call Conventionality, I Call Decency.

I Found It Quite Easy To Carry On A Casual Conversation It Was As If My Real Feelings Were Down Fathoms Deep In My Mind And What We Said Was Just A Feathery Surface Spray.

I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness Inside A Restlessness.

And No Bathroom On Earth Will Make Up For Marrying A Bearded Man You Hate.

What A Tiny List Of Friends I Have! All My Fault. I Less And Less Want To See People.