Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises..

this is no dream just my oily life where the people are alibis and the street is unfindable for an entire lifetime..

O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning..

Somebody who should have been born is gone..

The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock to sit on my shoulder, a white bird, and peck at the black eyes and the vibrating red muscle o….

As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off..

Love your self's self where it lives..

Oh, darling, let your body in, let it tie you in, in comfort..

Take your foot out of the graveyard, they are busy being dead..

We are America. We are the coffin fillers. We are the grocers of death. We pack them in crates like cauliflowers..

Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out..

I put the gold star up in the front window beside the flag. Alterations is what I know and what I did: hems, gussets and seams..

I am younger each year at the first snow..

I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros..

O starry night, This is how I want to die.

I remember the stink of the liverwurst. How I was put on a platter and laid between the mayonnaise and the bacon. The rhythm of the refrigerator had ….

Perhaps I am no one. True, I have a body and I cannot escape from it. I would like to fly out of my head, but that is out of the question..

Today God gives milk / and I have the pail..

Blue eyes wash off sometimes..

We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it!.

I've grown tired of love You are the trouble with me I watch you walk right by.