Well, One Gets Out Of

Only My Books Anoint Me, And A Few Friends, Those Who Reach Into My Veins.

Let The Light Be Called Day So That Men May Grow Corn Or Take Busses.

...became A Woman Who Learned Her Own Skin And Dug Into Her Soul And Found It Full.

And Within The House Ashes Are Being Stuffed Into My Marriage, Fury Is Lapping The Walls, Dishes Crack On The Shelves, A Strangler Needs My Throat, The Daughter Has Ceased To Eat Anything.

I Did Not Know The Woman I Would Be Nor That Blood Would Bloom In Me Each Month Like An Exotic Flower, Nor That Children, Two Monuments, Would Break From Between My Legs.