Put Your Mouthful Of Words Away And

Once Upon A Time We Were All Born, Popped Out Like Jelly Rolls Forgetting Our Fishdom, The Pleasuring Seas, The Country Of Comfort, Spanked Into The Oxygens Of Death.

And Within The House Ashes Are Being Stuffed Into My Marriage, Fury Is Lapping The Walls, Dishes Crack On The Shelves, A Strangler Needs My Throat, The Daughter Has Ceased To Eat Anything.

A Woman Who Writes Feels Too Much.

I Was Only Sitting Here In My White Study With The Awful Black Words Pushing Me Around.

To Die Whole, Riddled With Nothing But Desire For It, Is Like Breakfast After Love.