If I Didn't Think, I'd

My Flesh Winced, In Cowardice, From Such A Death.

Winter Is For Women The Woman Still At Her Knitting, At The Cradle Of Spanish Walnut, Her Body A Bulb In The Cold And Too Dumb To Think.

I Felt Overstuffed And Dull And Disappointed, The Way I Always Do The Day After Christmas.

How We Need Another Soul To Cling To, Another Body To Keep Us Warm. To Rest And Trust; To Give Your Soul In Confidence: I Need This, I Need Someone To Pour Myself Into.

If There's Anything I Look Down On, It's A Man In A Blue Outfit.