This is newness: every little tawdry Obstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar, Glinting and clinking in a saint's falsetto. Only you Don't know what to make of the sudden slippiness, The blind, white, awful, inaccessible slant. There's no getting up it by the words you know. No getting up by elephant or wheel or shoe. We have only come to look. You are too new To want the world in a glass hat.

Over coffee and orange juice the embryonic suicide brightens visibly.

Love life day by day, color by color, touch by touch.

I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

If you love her", I said, "you'll love somebody else someday.

Let me not be weak and tell others how bleeding I am internally; how day by day it drips, and gathers, and congeals.