Women Always Put Men First. That's How

Who Are You? The Band Sang. I Tried To Remember But I Really Couldn't Say.

She’s Not As Pretty As You,” I Said “but She’s A Simpler Girl,” My Mother Whispered.

These People Picked You Up And Played With You And Then Left You Lying In The Rain

Let Me Tell You A Few Things About Regret...there Is No End To It. You Cannot Find The Beginning Of The Chain That Brought Us From There To Here. Should You Regret The Whole Chain, And The Air In Between, Or Each Link Separately As If You Could Uncouple Them? Do You Regret The Beginning Which Ended So Badly, Or Just The Ending Itself?

I Closed My Eyes To Watch Tiny Dancers Like Jeweled Birds Cross The Dark Screen Of My Eyelids.