... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.
the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.
I have been cut in two.
You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going
[I] have fantasies of killing myself and thus being the powerful one not the powerless one.
Rejoice with the day lily for it is born for a day to live by the mailbox and glorify the roadside