... A Starving Man Doesn't

Once I Was Beautiful. Now I Am Myself, Counting This Row And That Row Of Moccasins Waiting On The Silent Shelf.

I Am Stuffing Your Mouth With Your Promises And Watching You Vomit Them Out Upon My Face.

Even Without Wars, Life Is Dangerous.

God Is Only Mocked By Believers.

As For Me, I Am A Watercolor. I Wash Off.