And I A Smiling Woman.

It Is Best To Meet In A Cul-de-sac, A Palace Of Velvet With Windows Of Mirrors. There One Is Safe, There Are No Family Photographs, No Rings Through The Nose, No Cries.

If There's Anything I Look Down On, It's A Man In A Blue Outfit.

The Blood Jet Is Poetry And There Is No Stopping It.

I Cut You Out Because I Couldn't Stand Being A Passing Fancy.

But Writing Poems And Letters Doesn't Seem To Do Much Good.