I'm Nobody's Daughter Now. I'm Through With

My First Love Was Reading, Which Inspired Me To Write.

Prose-it Might Be Speculated-is Discourse; Poetry Ellipsis. Prose Is Spoken Aloud; Poetry Overheard. The One Is Presumably Articulate And Social, A Shared Language, The Voice Of "communication"; The Other Is Private, Allusive, Teasing, Sly, Idiosyncratic As The Spider's Delicate Web, A Kind Of Witchcraft Unfathomable To Ordinary Minds.

For What Is Delusion But The Prelude To Hurt. And What Is Hurt But The Prelude To Rage.

That's How A Thing Starts Out Real Then Ends Up Just An Idea.

I Love Insult, It's Always Honest.