The Sanest Thing In This World Is

Big Heart, Wide As A Watermelon, But Wise As Birth, There Is So Much Abundance In The People I Have.

I Was The Girl Of The Chain Letter, The Girl Full Of Talk Of Coffins And Keyholes, The One Of The Telephone Bills, The Wrinkled Photo And The Lost Connections.

Let God Be Some Tribal Female Who Is Known But Forbidden.

The Town Is Silent. The Night Boils With Eleven Stars. Oh Starry Starry Night! This Is How I Want To Die.

I Think Of Myself As Writing For One Person, That One Perfect Reader Who Understands And Loves.