#Americans #Suicide #Women #XXCentury
Surely I will be disquieted by the hospital, that body zone— bodies wrapped in elastic bands, bodies cased in wood or used like… bodies crucified up onto their cru…
Coon, why did you come to this dan… with a mask on? Why not the tin ma… and his rainbow girl? Why not Rac… his hair marcelled down to his che… Why not come as a stomach digestin…
'You speak to me of narcissism but… a matter of my life’ —Artaud 'At this time let me somehow beque… to my daughters and their daughter… Better,
Everyone in me is a bird. I am beating all my wings. They wanted to cut you out but they will not. They said you were immeasurably em…
Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the mail today.
Let the flowers make a journey on Monday so that I can see ten daisies in a blue vase with perhaps one red ant crawling to the gold center.
Perhaps I was born kneeling, born coughing on the long winter, born expecting the kiss of mercy, born with a passion for quickness and yet, as things progressed,
Before it came inside I had watched it from my kitchen w… watched it swell like a new balloo… watched it slump and then divide, like something I know I know —
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won’t suddenly… buying her Duz and Chuck Wagon do…
Many a miner has gone into the deep pit to receive the dust of a kiss, an ore—cell. He has gone with his lamp
All day we watched the gulls striking the top of the sky and riding the blown roller coaste… Up there godding the whole blue world
It is in the small things we see i… The child’s first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first time you rode a bike, wallowing up the sidewalk.
From the hodge porridge of their country lust, their local life in Illinois, where all their acres look like a sprouting broom factory,
Until tonight they were separate s… different stories, the best of the… Riding my warm cabin home, I reme… laughter; she laughed as you did,… story. Someday, I promised her, I…
Somebody who should have been born is gone. Just as the earth puckered its mou… each bud puffing out from its knot… I changed my shoes, and then drove…