Once I Was Beautiful. Now

All The Oxygen Of The World Was In Them. All The Feet Of The Babies Of The World Were In Them. All The Crotches Of The Angels Of The World Were In Them. All The Morning Kisses Of Philadelphia Were In Them.

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.

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

The Man Inside Of Woman Ties A Knot So That They Will Never Again Be Separate.

Maybe I Am Becoming A Hermit, Opening The Door For Only A Few Special Animals? Maybe My Skull Is Too Crowded And It Has No Opening Through Which To Feed It Soup?