Thief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long..

I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face..

It would be pleasant to be drunk..

The snow has quietness in it; no songs, no smells, no shouts or traffic. When I speak my own voice shocks me..

Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden..

She suffers according to the digits of my hate. I hear the filaments of alabaster. I would lie down with them and lift my madness off like a wig. I w….

In a letter (no matter how quickly it is written or honestly or freely or lovingly) it is more possible to be loving and lovable, more possible to re….

All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children.... I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how ….

The body is a damn hard thing to kill..

Mood can be as important as sense..

And we are magic talking to itself, noisy and alone. I am queen of all my sins forgotten. Am I still lost? Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself.

Suddenly I'm not half the girl I used to be. There's a shadow hanging over me . . . From me to you out of my electric devil..

Well, one gets out of bed and the planets don't always hiss or muck up the day, each day..

I hoard books. They are people who do not leave..

What's the point of fighting the dollars when all you need is a warm bed? When the dog barks you let him in. All we need is someone to let us in. And….

The Saints come, as human as a mouth, with a bag of God in their backs, like a hunchback, they come, they come marching in..

you see, we live in a cold climate and are not permitted to kiss on the street so I made up a song that wasn't true. I made up a song called Marriage..

Craft is a trick you make up to let you write the poem..

Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark..

I leave you, home, when I'm ripped from the doorstep by commerce or fate. Then I submit to the awful subway of the world..

I did not know the woman I would be nor that blood would bloom in me each month like an exotic flower, nor that children, two monuments, would break ….