I'm Only Interested In Poetry.

Sometimes I Hate You," She Said.

I Am Going To Start Selling Air In Dark Orange Bags Marked: Moon-blooms

There Was Something About That City, Though It Didn't Let Me Feel Guilty That I Had No Feeling For The Things So Many Others Needed. It Let Me Alone.

I Have Been Treated Better Than I Should Have Been---not By Life In General Nor By The Machinery Of Things But By Women.

There Is Moss On The Walls And The Stain Of Thought And Failure And Waiting