And I, Stepping From This

I Felt The First Man I Slept With Must Be Intelligent, So I Could Respect Him.

This Is Newness: Every Little Tawdry Obstacle Glass-wrapped And Peculiar, Glinting And Clinking In A Saint's Falsetto. Only You Don't Know What To Make Of The Sudden Slippiness, The Blind, White, Awful, Inaccessible Slant. There's No Getting Up It By The Words You Know. No Getting Up By Elephant Or Wheel Or Shoe. We Have Only Come To Look. You Are Too New To Want The World In A Glass Hat.

I Must Get My Soul Back From You; I Am Killing My Flesh Without It.

I Felt Wise And Cynical As All Hell.

A Million Years Of Evolution, Eric Said Bitterly, And What Are We? Animals.