Today God Gives Milk / And I

I Burn The Way Money Burns.

Poets Are Sitting In My Kitchen. Why Do These Poets Lie? Why Do Children Get Children And Did You Hear What It Said?

Now I Am Just An Elderly Lady Who Is Full Of Spleen, Who Humps Around Greater Boston In A God-awful Hat, Who Never Lived And Yet Outlived Her Time, Hating Men And Dogs And Democrats.

Psychiatry Is A Dirty Mirror.

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.