Love Is A Shadow. How You Lie

I Didn’t Want Any Flowers, I Only Wanted To Lie With My Hands Turned Up And Be Utterly Empty. How Free It Is, You Have No Idea How Free.

To The Person In The Bell Jar, Blank And Stopped As A Dead Baby, The World Itself Is A Bad Dream.

So I Kiss Him, And There Is The Great Dark Sea Ahead.

England Offers New Comforts. I Could Write A Novel There.

There Was A Beautiful Time.