My Mouth Blooms Like A Cut.

My Life Has Appeared Unclothed In Court, Detail By Detail, Death-bone Witness By Death-bone Witness, And I Was Shamed At The Verdict.

Pulling Off The Fat Diamond Engagement Ring, Pulling Off The Elopement Wedding Ring, And Holding Them, Clicking Them In Thumb And Forefinger, The Indent Of Twenty-five Years, Like A Tiny Rip Leaving Its Mark.

Let The Light Be Called Day So That Men May Grow Corn Or Take Busses.

I Imitatea Memory Of Beliefthat I Do Not Own.

I Cannot Walk An Inch / Without Trying To Walk To God.