At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.
In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.
Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind.
Will you love me in December as you do in May?
I want to marry a [guy], so i can rest my soul with [him] till we both get old. This can't go on all the time-- all this franticness and jumping around. We've got to go someplace, find something.
The yard was full of tomato plants about to ripen, and mint, mint, everything smelling of mint, and one fine old tree that I loved to sit under on those cool perfect starry California October nights unmatched anywhere in the world.