Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.

Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm

Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

Intoxicated with madness, I'm in love with my sadness

I started adding up all the things I couldn't do.

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.