All Who Love Have Lied.

Here In The Hospital, I Say,that Is Not My Body, Not My Body.i Am Not Here For The Doctorsto Read Like A Recipe.

I Am Teaching... This Year It's Kind Of Like Having A Love Affair With A Rhinoceros.

I Brush My Hair, Waiting In The Pain Machine For My Bones To Get Hard, For The Soft, Soft Bones That Were Laid Apart And Were Screwed Together. They Will Knit. And The Other Corpse, The Fractured Heart, I Feed It Piecemeal, Little Chalice. I'm Good To It.

I Grow Old On My Bitterness.

I Raise My Pelvis To God So That It May Know The Truth Of How Flowers Smash Through The Long Winter.