I Want To Live In A Place

Shall There Be Womanly Times? Or Shall We Die?

And Though You Think The World Is At Your Feet, It Can Rise Up And Tread On You.

We Know So Little About Each Other. We Lie Mostly Submerged, Like Ice Floes, With Our Visible Social Selves Projecting Only Cool And White.

He Who Hesitates Is Not Only Lost, But Miles From The Next Exit.

In A Language As Idiomatically Stressed As English, Opportunities For Misreadings Are Bound To Arise. By A Mere Backward Movement Of Stress, A Verb Can Become A Noun, An Act A Thing. To Refuse, To Insist On Saying No To What You Believe Is Wrong, Becomes At A Stroke Refuse, An Insurmountable Pile Of Garbage.