I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.
Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings
A woman who writes feels too much.
I have been cut in two.
The place I live in is a kind of maze and I keep seeking the exit or the home.
I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not.