Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.
Not that it was beautiful, but that I found some order there.
A woman / who loves a woman / is forever young.
Poetry is my life, my postmark, my hands, my kitchen, my face.
Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.
The trouble with therapy is that it makes life go backwards.