I have always believed that poems beg to be read aloud, even if the reader is in a world all her own.

Poetry is frosted fire.

Poetry is prose, bent out of shape.

Please bury me in the library With a dozen long-stemmed proses

I have always believed that poems beg to be read aloud, even if the reader is in a world all her own.

"Chocolate mustache" is from a line in the book. It's my favorite title (chosen by me), so I'm pleased that Never Spit was tossed.

I won't be sad too often, If they bury me in the library With bookworms in my coffin.