A woman / who loves a woman / is forever young.

Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself, Counting this row and that row of moccasins Waiting on the silent shelf.

All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it.

Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.

Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.

I burn the way money burns.