I Carry Death In My Left Pocket.

Human Relationships Simply Aren't Durable. I Think Back To The Women In My Life. They Seem Non-existent.

Love Dries Up, I Thought As I Walked Back To The Bathroom, Even Faster Than Sperm.

Fay Had A Spot Of Blood On The Left Side Of Her Mouth And I Took A Wet Cloth And Wiped It Off. Women Were Meant To Suffer; No Wonder They Asked For Constant Declarations Of Love.

I Was Young I Was So Young It Hurt Like A Knife Inside Because There Was No Alternative Except To Hide As Long As Possible--- Not In Self-pity But With Dismay At My Limited Chance: Trying To Connect.

Slavery Was Never Abolished, It Was Only Extended To Include All The Colors.