Everything pays for growing tame.

Meanwhile let us cast one shadow in air and water.

Can it be I am the only Jew residing in Danville, Kentuchy, looking for matzoh in the Safeway and the A & P?

I didn't write my poems because I wanted to, they were wrung from me. I had to write them.

Here on the drawing board fingers and noses leak from the air brush maggots lie under if i should die before if i should die in the back room stacked up in smooth boxes like soapflakes or tunafish wait the undreamt of.

Sometimes tradition is a way of keeping going.

Love, we are a small pond.