Poor Thing. To Die And Never See

I Am Teaching... This Year It's Kind Of Like Having A Love Affair With A Rhinoceros.

Some Women Marry Houses. It's Another Kind Of Skin; It Has A Heart, A Mouth, A Liver And Bowel Movements.

The Body Is A Damn Hard Thing To Kill.

It Is June. I Am Tired Of Being Brave.

Take Adultery Or Theft. Merely Sins. It Is Evil Who Dines On The Soul, Stretching Out Its Long Bone Tongue. It Is Evil Who Tweezers My Heart, Picking Out Its Atomic Worms.