It Would Be Pleasant To

You See, We Live In A Cold Climate And Are Not Permitted To Kiss On The Street So I Made Up A Song That Wasn't True. I Made Up A Song Called Marriage.

Think Of Innocent Icarus Who Is Doing Quite Well: Larger Than A Sail, Over The Fog And The Blast Of The Plushy Ocean, He Goes. Admire His Wings!

...became A Woman Who Learned Her Own Skin And Dug Into Her Soul And Found It Full.

And If I Tried To Give You Something Else, Something Outside Myself, You Would Not Know That The Worst Of Anyone Can Be, Finally, An Accident Of Hope

I Raise My Pelvis To God So That It May Know The Truth Of How Flowers Smash Through The Long Winter.