O Fallen Angel, The Companion

You Who Have Inhabited Me In The Deepest And Most Broken Place, Are Going, Going

I'm An Empress. I Wear An Apron. My Typewriter Writes. It Didn't Break The Way It Warned. Even Crazy, I'm As Nice As A Chocolate Bar.

I Want To Kiss God On His Nose And Watch Him Sneeze And So Do You. Not Out Of Disrespect. Out Of Pique. Out Of A Man-to-man Thing.

I Rot On The Wall, My Own Dorian Gray.

Psychiatry Is A Dirty Mirror.