I am a cigarette with a body attached to it

That morning she pours Teacher's over my belly and licks it off. That afternoon she tries to jump out the window.

there isn't enough of anything as long as we live. But at intervals a sweetness appears and, given a chance prevails.

Don’t complain, don’t explain.

Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read.

My circumstances of unrelieved responsibility and permanent distraction necessitated the short story form.

You have to have been in love to write poetry.