I See Myself As One Would See

Somebody Who Should Have Been Born Is Gone. Yes, Woman, Such Logic Will Lead To Loss Without Death. Or Say What You Meant, You Coward . . . This Baby That I Bleed.

I Raise My Pelvis To God So That It May Know The Truth Of How Flowers Smash Through The Long Winter.

The Day Of Fire Is Coming, The Thrush Will Fly Ablaze Like A Little Sky Rocket.

I Think It Will Be A Miracle If I Don't Someday End Up Killing Myself.

In An Old Time There Was A King As Wise As A Dictionary.