If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.

I am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

If only I knew what I wanted I could try to see about getting it.

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.

we walk the plank with strangers.

I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.

I keep wanting to crawl back into the womb.