Every Woman Adores A Fascist,

I Want To Be Able To Sleep In An Open Field, To Travel West, To Walk Freely At Night.

Death May Whiten In Sun Or Out Of It.

I Am Still So Naïve; I Know Pretty Much What I Like And Dislike; But Please, Don’t Ask Me Who I Am. A Passionate, Fragmentary Girl, Maybe?

I Keep Wanting To Crawl Back Into The Womb.

But When It Came Right Down To It, The Skin Of My Wrist Looked So White And Defenseless That I Couldn't Do It.