Once I Was A Couple.

The Place I Live In Is A Kind Of Maze And I Keep Seeking The Exit Or The Home.

Though Rain Curses The Window Let The Poem Be Made.

Be Careful Of Words, / ... They Can Be Both Daisies And Bruises.

Now I Am Just An Elderly Lady Who Is Full Of Spleen, Who Humps Around Greater Boston In A God-awful Hat, Who Never Lived And Yet Outlived Her Time, Hating Men And Dogs And Democrats.

I Cannot Walk An Inch / Without Trying To Walk To God.