You Cutting The Lawn, Fixing The Machines,

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.

Mood Can Be As Important As Sense.

All Day I've Built A Lifetime And Now The Sun Sinks To Undo It.

We Do Not Explain My Husband's Insane Abuse And We Do Not Say Why Your Wild-haired Wife Has Fled Or That My Father Opened Like A Walnut And Then Was Dead. Your Palms Fold Over Me Like Knees. Love Is The Only Use.

Take Your Foot Out Of The Graveyard, They Are Busy Being Dead.