[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.
I think I've been writing black poems all along, wearing my white mask. I'm always the victim ... but no longer!
Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren
Let there be seasons so that our tongues will be rich in asparagus and limes.
The trouble with therapy is that it makes life go backwards.
I rot on the wall, my own Dorian Gray.