Your Body Hurts Me As The World

You Smile. No, It Is Not Fatal.

I Felt Overstuffed And Dull And Disappointed, The Way I Always Do The Day After Christmas, As If Whatever It Was The Pine Boughs And The Candles And The Silver And Gilt-ribboned Presents And The Birch-log Fires And The Christmas Turkey And The Carols At The Piano Promised Never Came To Pass.

I Want To Be Able To Sleep In An Open Field, To Travel West, To Walk Freely At Night.

I'm Doped And Thick From My Last Sleeping Pill.

What A Man Wants Is A Mate And What A Woman Wants Is Infinite Security.