Abundance Is Scooped From Abundance Yet Abundance

I Think Of Myself As Writing For One Person, That One Perfect Reader Who Understands And Loves.

Women Are Born Twice.

My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those Whores, Would Play No More.

Please God, We're All Right Here. Please Leave Us Alone. Don't Send Death In His Fat Red Suit And His Ho-ho Baritone.

Poor Thing. To Die And Never See Brooklyn.