I Am In My Own

Thumbs Grow Into My Throat. I Wear Slaps Like A Spot Of Rouge.

I Think Of Myself As Writing For One Person, That One Perfect Reader Who Understands And Loves.

Look To Your Heart That Flutters In And Out Like A Moth. God Is Not Indifferent To Your Need. You Have A Thousand Prayers But God Has One.

I Tied Down Time With A Rope But It Came Back. Then I Put My Head In A Death Bowl And My Eyes Shut Up Like Clams. They Didn't Come Back.

To Die Whole, Riddled With Nothing But Desire For It, Is Like Breakfast After Love.