I Felt The Mask Crumple,

Ash, Ash —- You Poke And Stir. Flesh, Bone, There Is Nothing There—— A Cake Of Soap, A Wedding Ring, A Gold Filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out Of The Ash I Rise With My Red Hair And I Eat Men Like Air.

One Thing, I Try To Be Honest. And What Is Revealed Is Often Rather Hideously Unflattering.

I, To You, Am Lost In The Gorgeous Errors Of Flesh.

I Thought The Most Beautiful Thing In The World Must Be Shadow.

Life Has Been Some Combination Of Fairy-tale Coincidence And Joie De Vivre And Shocks Of Beauty Together With Some Hurtful Self-questioning.