Poets Are Sitting In My

I, In My Brand New Body, Which Was Not A Woman's Yet, Told The Stars My Questions And Thought God Could Really See The Heat And The Painted Light, Elbows, Knees, Dreams, Goodnight.

I Have Been Cut In Two.

Bike Downtown, Stick Out Tongues At The Catholics. Or Form A Piss Club Where We All Go In The Bushes And Peek At Each Other's Sex.

Life Is A Trick, Life Is A Kitten In A Sack.

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.