Even So, I Must Admire

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.

Women Tell Time By The Body. They Are Like Clocks. They Are Always Fastened To The Earth, Listening For Its Small Animal Noises.

Home Is My Bethlehem, My Succoring Shelter, My Mental Hospital, My Wife, My Dam, My Husband, My Sir, My Womb, My Skull.

The Sky Breaks. It Sags And Breathes Upon My Face. In The Presence Of Mine Enemies, Mine Enemies The World Is Full Of Enemies. There Is No Safe Place.

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