I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.

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

...became A Woman Who Learned Her Own Skin And Dug Into Her Soul And Found It Full.

The Saints Come, As Human As A Mouth, With A Bag Of God In Their Backs, Like A Hunchback, They Come, They Come Marching In.

Once I Was A Couple. I Was My Own King And Queen With Cheese And Bread And Rosé On The Rocks Of Rockport.