Suicide Is, After All, The

To Be Without God Is To Be A Snake / Who Wants To Swallow An Elephant.

Sometimes I Fly Like An Eagle But With The Wings Of A Wren

My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those Whores, Would Play No More.

When Someone Kisses Someone Or Flushes The Toilet It Is My Other Who Sits In A Ball And Cries. My Other Beats A Tin Drum In My Heart. My Other Hangs Up Laundry As I Try To Sleep. My Other Cries And Cries And Cries When I Put On A Cocktail Dress.

I Am Younger Each Year At The First Snow. When I See It, Suddenly, In The Air, All Little And White And Moving; Then I Am In Love Again And Very Young And I Believe Everything.