Need Is Not Quite Belief.

Fear / A Motor, / Pumps Me Around And Around / Until I Fade Slowly.

God Went Out Of Me As If The Sea Dried Up Like Sandpaper, As If The Sun Became A Latrine.

Let God Be Some Tribal Female Who Is Known But Forbidden.

Of Course The New Testament Is Very Small. Its Mouth Opens Four Times As Out-of-date As A Prehistoric Monster, Yet Somehow Man-made.

Women Tell Time By The Body. They Are Like Clocks. They Are Always Fastened To The Earth, Listening For Its Small Animal Noises.