...became A Woman Who Learned Her Own

I Am Alone Here In My Own Mind. There Is No Map And There Is No Road. It Is One Of A Kind Just As Yours Is.

And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains, Remains...

The Fish Are Naked. The Fish Are Always Awake. They Are The Color Of Old Spoons And Caramels.

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

There Is An Animal Inside Me, Clutching Fast To My Heart, A Huge Crab.