Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.

Even without wars, life is dangerous.

Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.

Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.

In a dream you are never eighty.

Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to feed it soup?

The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. They are eating each other. They are overfed. At night, alone, I marry the bed.