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

So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.

...we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.

What have I eaten? Lies and smiles.

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

I do not fear it: I have been there.

I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll's body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.