But my future is a secret. / It is as shy as a mole.

Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.

All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children.... I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.

Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings

I wonder if the artist ever lives his life--he is so busy recreating it.

I think I've been writing black poems all along, wearing my white mask. I'm always the victim ... but no longer!

The body is a damn hard thing to kill.