I'm the crazy one who thinks that words reach people..

I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?.

I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question the bedtime ritual where, on the cold….

Psychiatry is a dirty mirror..

There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss..

Suicides have a special language. Like carpenters they want to know which tools. They never ask why build..

Only my books anoint me, and a few friends, those who reach into my veins..

being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions.

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea..

You must be a poet, a lady of evil luck desiring to be what you are not, longing to be what you can only visit..

A woman / who loves a woman / is forever young..

Let there be seasons so that our tongues will be rich in asparagus and limes..

Not that it was beautiful, but that I found some order there..

I love the word warm. It is almost unbearable-- so moist and breathlike..

The trouble with therapy is that it makes life go backwards..

Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of ….

I sit at my desk each night with no place to go, opening the wrinkled maps of Milwaukee and Buffalo, the whole U.S., its cemeteries, its arbitrary ti….

Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself, Counting this row and that row of moccasins Waiting on the silent shelf..

There once was a miller with a daughter as lovely as a grape. He told the king that she could spin gold out of common straw. The king summoned the gi….

When the cow gives blood and the Christ is born we must all eat sacrifices. We must all eat beautiful women..

Need is not quite belief..