My Job ... I Do

I Moved Through The Days Like A Severed Head That Finishes A Sentence.

There’s So Much I Can’t Read Because I Get So Exasperated. Someone Starts Describing The Character Boarding The Plane And Pulling The Seat Back. And I Just Want To Say, Babe, I Have Been Downtown. I Have Been Up In A Plane. Give Me Some Credit.

A Love Affair Begins With A Fantasy. For Instance, That The Beloved Will Always Be There.

I Could Claim Any Number Of High-flown Reasons For Writing, Just As You Can Explain Certain Dogs Behavior... But Maybe, It’s That They’re Dog, And That’s What Dogs Do.

In My Head There's A Broken Balcony I Fall Off Of When I Speak.