Yet Love Enters My Blood Like An

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.

Suddenly I'm Not Half The Girl I Used To Be. There's A Shadow Hanging Over Me . . . From Me To You Out Of My Electric Devil.

Sorrow Is Easier Than Guilt.

Let The Light Be Called Day So That Men May Grow Corn Or Take Busses.

There Is Hope. There Is Hope Everywhere. Today God Give Milk And I Have The Pail.