being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road. It is one of a kind just as yours is.

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.

My mouth blooms like a cut.

I keep feeling that there isn't one poem being written by any one of us - or a book or anything like that. The whole life of us writers, the whole product I guess I mean, is the one long poem - a community effort if you will. It's all the same poem. It doesn't belong to any one writer - it's God's poem perhaps. Or God's people's poem.

To be without God is to be a snake / who wants to swallow an elephant.

Look to your heart that flutters in and out like a moth. God is not indifferent to your need. You have a thousand prayers but God has one.