I Would Catch Sight Of Some Flawless

Do I Like To Write? Why? About What? Will I Give Up And Say, "living And Feeding A Man's Insatiable Guts And Begetting Children Occupies My Whole Life. Don't Have Time To Write"?

The Thought That I Might Kill Myself Formed In My Mind Coolly As A Tree Or A Flower.

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

I Lay In That Tub On The Seventeenth Floor Of This Hotel For-women-only, High Up Over The Jazz And Push Of New York, For Near Unto An Hour, And I Felt Myself Growing Pure Again. I Don't Believe In Baptism Or The Waters Of Jordan Or Anything Like That, But I Guess I Feel About A Hot Bath The Way Those Religious People Feel About Holy Water.

Talking About My Fears To Others Feeds It.