Kiss Me And You Will See How

All The Heat And Fear Had Purged Itself. I Felt Surprisingly At Peace. The Bell Jar Hung Suspended A Few Feet Above My Head. I Was Open To The Circulating Air.

If You Dissect A Bird / To Diagram The Tongue, / You'll Cut The Chord / Articulating Song.

The Abstract Kills, The Concrete Saves.

Oh What A Poet I Will Flay Myself Into.

I Was My Own Woman. The Next Step Was To Find The Proper Sort Of Man.