Love your self's self where it lives.
Though rain curses the window let the poem be made.
I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.
Meanwhile in my head, I’m undergoing open-heart surgery.
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.
Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.