How we need another soul to cling to.

I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost...but won't. It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.

I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty, and Orion walks by and doesn't speak.

Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image.

I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.

I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more

I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him.