The Trouble With Therapy Is

Everyone Has Left Me Except My Muse, That Good Nurse. She Stays In My Hand, A Mild White Mouse.

I Think Of Myself As Writing For One Person, That One Perfect Reader Who Understands And Loves.

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

The Sky Breaks. It Sags And Breathes Upon My Face. In The Presence Of Mine Enemies, Mine Enemies The World Is Full Of Enemies. There Is No Safe Place.

Rocks Crumble, Make New Forms, Oceans Move The Continents, Mountains Rise Up And Down Like Ghosts Yet All Is Natural, All Is Change.