Somehow The Body Keeps Life

My Love Grows Wide And Shallow In An Effort To Spread My Losses.

Beautiful People Are Forgiven More Often Than The Rest.

The Little Suckings And Smackings Of The Perversions Are The Sounds Of Joyous Infancy.

My Father Liked To Moralize, And So Do I. But He Was In Earnest, While I Am Embarrassed And Pretend That I Am Merely Being Witty.

Attaining Even Mediocrity Is Often A Struggle.