Only In Canada Could Somebody

Don't Call Yourself A Secret Unless You Mean To Keep It.

I Had The Title Poet, And Maybe I Was One For A While. Also, The Title Singer Was Kindly Accorded Me, Even Though I Could Barely Carry A Tune.

A Woman Watches Her Body Uneasily, As Though It Were An Unreliable Ally In The Battle For Love.

What Were The Bodies Like On The Beach? Ugly And White And Ruined By Offices.

First Of All Nothing Will Happen And A Little Later Nothing Will Happen Again.