I Am Teaching... This Year It's Kind

No One To Hate Except The Slim Fish Of Memory That Slides In And Out Of My Brain.

I See Myself As One Would See Another. I Have Been Cut In Two.

Now I Am Just An Elderly Lady Who Is Full Of Spleen, Who Humps Around Greater Boston In A God-awful Hat, Who Never Lived And Yet Outlived Her Time, Hating Men And Dogs And Democrats.

In A Dream You Are Never Eighty.

I Brush My Hair, Waiting In The Pain Machine For My Bones To Get Hard, For The Soft, Soft Bones That Were Laid Apart And Were Screwed Together. They Will Knit. And The Other Corpse, The Fractured Heart, I Feed It Piecemeal, Little Chalice. I'm Good To It.