I Have Forgiven All The Old Actors

All In All, I'd Say, The World Is Strangling.

I Leave You, Home, When I'm Ripped From The Doorstep By Commerce Or Fate. Then I Submit To The Awful Subway Of The World.

I Would Like A Simple Life / Yet All Night I Am Laying / Poems Away In A Long Box.

We Do Not Explain My Husband's Insane Abuse And We Do Not Say Why Your Wild-haired Wife Has Fled Or That My Father Opened Like A Walnut And Then Was Dead. Your Palms Fold Over Me Like Knees. Love Is The Only Use.

One Can't Build Little White Picket Fences To Keep Nightmares Out.