Masks Are The Order Of The Day

I Had Been Alone More Than I Could Have Been Had I Gone By Myself.

As A Poet I Would Say Everything Should Be Able To Come Into A Poem But I Can't Put Toothbrushes In A Poem. I Really Can't.

I Had Imagined A Kind, Ugly, Intuitive Man Looking Up And Say, 'ah!' In An Encouraging Way, As If He Could See Something I Couldn't, And Then I Would Find Words To Tell Him How I Was So Scared, As If I Were Being Stuffed Farther And Farther Into A Black, Airless Sack With No Way Out.

Love Is The Bone And Sinew Of My Curse.

What Is My Life For And What Am I Going To Do With It? I Don't Know And I'm Afraid.