At Twelve I Looked Like A Girl

Marriage Destroyed My Relationship With Two Wonderful Men.

I Had To Use My Wits Or Else I'd Have Been Sunk - And Nothings Going To Sink Me. Everyone Was Always Pulling At Me, Tugging At Me, As If They Wanted A Piece Of Me. It Was Always, 'do This, Do That,' And Not Just On The Job But Off, Too. God, I've Tried To Stay Intact, Whole.

Fame May Go By And - So Long, I've Had You.

I Guess I Have Always Been Deeply Terrified To Really Be Someone's Wife Since I Know From Life One Cannot Love Another, Ever, Really.

What Good Am I? I Can't Have Kids. I Can't Cook. I've Been Divorced Three Times. Who Would Want Me?