The One Thing I Was

But When It Came Right Down To It, The Skin Of My Wrist Looked So White And Defensless That I Couldn't Do It. It Was As If What I Wanted To Kill Wasn't In That Skin Or The Thin Blue Pulse That Jumped Under My Thumb, But Somewhere Else, Deeper, More Secret, And A Whole Lot Harder To Get.

I Could Never Be A Complete Scholar Or A Complete Housewife Ora Completewriter: Imustcombinea Little Of All, And Thereby Be Imperfect In All.

After All, We Are Nothing More Or Less Than We Choose To Reveal.

There Is More Than One Good Way To Drown.

As A Poet, One Lives A Bit On Air. I Always Like Someone Who Can Teach Me Something Practical.