Put Your Ear Down Close To Your

Being Sixteen In The Pants I Died Full Of Questions

I Put The Gold Star Up In The Front Window Beside The Flag. Alterations Is What I Know And What I Did: Hems, Gussets And Seams.

Mood Can Be As Important As Sense.

But My Future Is A Secret. / It Is As Shy As A Mole.

It Was As If A Morning-glory Had Bloomed In Her Throat, And All That Blue And Small Pollen Ate Into My Heart, Violent And Religious