Nothing grows in our garden, only washing. And babies.
An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do.
Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.
Don't be too harsh to these poems until they're typed. I always think typescript lends some sort of certainty: at least, if the things are bad then, they appear to be bad with conviction.
To begin, at the beginning.
This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed.