It Never Occurred To Me To Say

Your Body Hurts Me As The World Hurts God

Before I Give My Body, I Must Give My Thoughts, My Mind, My Dreams.

Love Life Day By Day, Color By Color, Touch By Touch.

Go Out And Do Something. It Isn’t Your Room That’s A Prison, It’s Yourself.

I Had Imagined A Kind, Ugly, Intuitive Man Looking Up And Say, 'ah!' In An Encouraging Way, As If He Could See Something I Couldn't, And Then I Would Find Words To Tell Him How I Was So Scared, As If I Were Being Stuffed Farther And Farther Into A Black, Airless Sack With No Way Out.