I Find That In A Novel I

If You Love Her", I Said, "you'll Love Somebody Else Someday.

I Would Say Everything Should Be Able To Come Into A Poem, But I Can't Put Toothbrushes Into A Poem, I Really Can't!

God, If Ever I Have Come Close To Wanting To Commit Suicide, It Is Now, With The Groggy Sleepless Blood Dragging Through My Veins, And The Air Thick And Gray With Rain ... I Fell Into Bed Again This Morning, Begging For Sleep, Withdrawing Into The Dark, Warm, Fetid Escape From Action, From Responsibility. No Good.

Can A Selfish Egocentric Jealous And Unimaginative Female Write A Damn Thing Worthwhile?

If You Dissect A Bird / To Diagram The Tongue, / You'll Cut The Chord / Articulating Song.