Psychiatry is a dirty mirror.
To be without God is to be a snake / who wants to swallow an elephant.
Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.
I like you; your eyes are full of language." [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]
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.
She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.