Some Crave Grief Like Strong

The Aphorism Offers A Momentary Sense Of Mastery Over Some Confusion Or Unhappiness.

The Sewing Machine Joins What The Scissors Have Cut Asunder, Plus Whatever Else Comes In Its Path.

My Secrets Are Petty But Humiliating.

Too Timid To Talk Back, I Shot My Adversary.

The Body Has A Mind Of Its Own.