I Work All Day, And

Sex Is Designed For People Who Like Overcoming Obstacles.

All The Unhurried Day / Your Mind Lay Open Like A Drawer Of Knives.

The Difficult Part Of Love Is Being Selfish Enough.

Uncontradicting Solitude Supports Me On Its Giant Palm; And Like A Sea-anemone Or Simple Snail, There Cautiously Unfolds, Emerges, What I Am.

So Many Things I Had Thought Forgotten Return To My Mind With Stranger Pain: Like Letters That Arrive Addressed To Someone Who Left The House So Many Years Ago.