I Emitted Some Civetlike Female Stink, A

Only Peons Made Excusses For Themselves She Taught Me. Never Apologize, Never Explain.

She Was A Beautiful Woman Dragging A Crippled Foot And I Was That Foot. I Was Bricks Sewn Into The Hem Of Her Clothes, I Was A Steel Dress

She’s Not As Pretty As You,” I Said “but She’s A Simpler Girl,” My Mother Whispered.

I Took My Mother's Knife And Played Johnny Johnny Johnny On The Playhouse Floor. I Was Drunk, Stabbed Myself Every Few Throws. I Held My Hand Up And There Was Satisfaction At Seeing My Blood, The Way There Was When I Saw The Red Gouges Onmy Face That People Stared At And Turned Away. They Were Thinking I Was Beautiful, But They Were Wrong, Now They Could See How Ugly And Mutilated I Was.

Find Someone Who Will Tremble For Your Touch, Someone Whose Fingers Are A Poem.