We Are All Writing God's Poem.

Oh, Darling, Let Your Body In, Let It Tie You In, In Comfort.

Dead Drunk Is The Term I Think Of, Insensible, Neither Cool Nor Warm, Without A Head Or A Foot. To Be Drunk Is To Be Intimate With A Fool.

There Is Hope. There Is Hope Everywhere. Today God Give Milk And I Have The Pail.

There Is Rust In My Mouth,the Stain Of An Old Kiss.

I'm An Empress. I Wear An Apron. My Typewriter Writes. It Didn't Break The Way It Warned. Even Crazy, I'm As Nice As A Chocolate Bar.