Today Life Opened Inside Me Like An

The Trouble With Therapy Is That It Makes Life Go Backwards.

Yesterday I Did Not Want To Be Borrowed But This Is The Typewriter That Sits Before Me And Love Is Where Yesterday Is At.

The Joy That Isn't Shared Dies Young.

All The Oxygen Of The World Was In Them. All The Feet Of The Babies Of The World Were In Them. All The Crotches Of The Angels Of The World Were In Them. All The Morning Kisses Of Philadelphia Were In Them.

Need Is Not Quite Belief.