The Sun Gives You Ulcers, The Wind

I Collect Men With Interesting Names.

Over Coffee And Orange Juice The Embryonic Suicide Brightens Visibly.

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

Is It The Sea You Hear In Me? Its Dissatisfactions? Or The Voice Of Nothing, That Was Your Madness? Love Is A Shadow. How You Lie And Cry After It.

It Seemed Silly To Wash One Day When I Would Only Have To Wash Again The Next. It Made Me Tired Just To Think Of It.