I Wish To Cry. Yet, I Laugh,

The Sky Leans On Me, Me, The One Upright Among All Horizontals.

The Only Reason I Remembered This Play Was Because It Had A Mad Person In It, And Everything I Had Ever Read About Mad People Stuck In My Mind, While Everything Else Flew Out.

If I Was Going To Fall, I Would Hang On To My Small Comforts, At Least, For As Long As I Possibly Could.

We Should Meet In Another Life, We Should Meet In Air, Me And You.

That Afternoon My Mother Had Brought Me The Roses. "save Them For My Funeral," I'd Said.