When I Die, I Want To Decompose

And No. I Must Not Go On Thinking. For The Pain Will Never Go Away. You Just Go On And Live. In The Dust Of Desertion. Still Falling Where Last I Loved.

You Know, There Must Be Happiness Somewhere, When A Lawyer Dies.

The Inhabitants Will Always See Both Sides Of An Argument So Long As It Can Result In A Fight.

See All The Women Seated, Youth In Their Face Lifts, Old Age In Their Hands.

I Remember One Letter From A Girl In A Midwestern Town Who Read One Of My Books And Thought She Had Discovered It- That No One Had Ever Read It Or Knew About It. Then One Day In Her Local Library She Found Cards For One Or Two Of My Other Books. They Were Full Of Names- The Books Were Borrowed All The Time. She Resented This A Bit And Then Walked Around The Town Looking In Everybody's Face And Wondering If They Were The Ones Who Were Reading My Books. That Is Someone I Write For.