Love Is The Bone And Sinew Of

I Can't Think Logically About Who I Am Or Where I Am Going. I Have Been Very Ecstatic, Horribly Depressed, Shocked, Elated, Enlightened, And Enervated.

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

A Black-sharded Lady Keeps Me In A Parrot Cage.

Why Honey, Don't You Want To Get Dressed?" My Mother Took Care Never To Tell Me To Do Anything. She Would Only Reason With Me Sweetly, Like One Intelligent, Mature Person With Another. It's Almost Three In The Afternoon." I'm Writing A Novel," I Said. "i Haven't Got Time To Change Into This And Change Into That.

I Want So Obviously, So Desperately To Be Loved, And To Be Capable Of Love.