Thief!- How Did You Crawl Into, Crawl

I Am Younger Each Year At The First Snow.

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

I Am Stuffing Your Mouth With Your Promises And Watching You Vomit Them Out Upon My Face.

It Was My First Doll That Water Went Into And Water Came Out Of Much Earlier It Was The Diaper I Wore And The Dirt Thereof And My Mother Hating Me For It

I Sit At My Desk Each Night With No Place To Go, Opening The Wrinkled Maps Of Milwaukee And Buffalo, The Whole U.s., Its Cemeteries, Its Arbitrary Time Zones, Through Routes Like Small Veins, Capitals Like Small Stones.