It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next. It made me tired just to think of it.
Opinions are like orgasms...mine matters most and I really don't care if you have one.
Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.
And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.
…beating time along the edge of thought.
Perhaps you considered yourself an oracle, Mouthpiece of the dead, or of some god or other. Thirty years now I have labored To dredge the silt from your throat. I am none the wiser.