My Safe, Safe Psychosis Is

I Was The Girl Of The Chain Letter, The Girl Full Of Talk Of Coffins And Keyholes, The One Of The Telephone Bills, The Wrinkled Photo And The Lost Connections.

Images Are The Heart Of Poetry ... You're Not A Poet Without Imagery.

Thief!- How Did You Crawl Into, Crawl Down Alone Into The Death I Wanted So Badly And For So Long.

Poetry Is My Life, My Postmark, My Hands, My Kitchen, My Face.

O Yellow Eye, Let Me Be Sick With Your Heat, Let Me Be Feverish And Frowning.