Poetry To Me Is Prayer.

Today God Gives Milk / And I Have The Pail.

My Husband Sings Baa Baa Black Sheep And We Pretend That All's Certain And Good, That The Marriage Won't End.

I Put The Gold Star Up In The Front Window Beside The Flag. Alterations Is What I Know And What I Did: Hems, Gussets And Seams.

And The Aura Of You Remains, Remains, Remains...

The Man Inside Of Woman Ties A Knot So That They Will Never Again Be Separate.