I'm An Empress. I Wear An Apron.

To Tell The Truth Days Are All The Same Size And Words Aren't Much Company.

Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn.

Let God Be Some Tribal Female Who Is Known But Forbidden.

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.

I, In My Brand New Body, Which Was Not A Woman's Yet, Told The Stars My Questions And Thought God Could Really See The Heat And The Painted Light, Elbows, Knees, Dreams, Goodnight.