I Grow Old On My Bitterness.

We Are All Writing God's Poem.

Sometimes I Fly Like An Eagle But With The Wings Of A Wren

There Is A Good Look That I Wear Like A Blood Clot. I Have Sewn It Over My Left Breast. I Have Made A Vocation Of It.

I Grow Old On My Bitterness.

Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An Egg.