I have been cut in two.

Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.

I burn the way money burns.

The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.

The Witch's Life" When I was a child there was an old woman in our neighborhood whom we called The Witch. All day she peered from her second story window from behind the wrinkled curtains and sometimes she would open the window and yell: Get out of my life! She had hair like kelp and a voice like a boulder. I think of her sometimes now and wonder if I am becoming her.

The summer has seized you, as when, last month in Amalfi, I saw lemons as large as your desk-side globe-that miniature map of the world-and I could mention, too, the market stalls of mushrooms and garlic bugs all engorged. Or I even think of the orchard next door, where the berries are done and the apples are beginning to swell. And once, with our first backyard,I remember I planted an acre of yellow beans we couldn't eat.

They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them.