#Americans #Suicide #Women #XXCentury
I stand before the sea and it rolls and rolls in its gree… saying, ‘Do not give up one god for I have a handful.’ The trade winds blew
Reasonable, reasonable, reasonable… ten different homes, they always c… to find one ward where they like t… looks like you. Each time, the eye… watched us intently, these visitor…
It is a summer evening. The yellow moths sag against the locked screens and the faded curtains suck over the window sills
Who will forgive me for the things… With no special legend of God to… With my calm white pedigree, my ya… I think it would be better to be a… I forgive you for what you did not…
This singing is a kind of dying, a kind of birth, a votive candle. I have a dream—mother
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling off toward N… They are neat as a wallet,
Someone lives in a cave eating his toes, I know that much. Someone little lives under a bush pressing an empty Coca—Cola can a…
The correct death is written in. I will fill the need. My bow is stiff. My bow is in readiness. I am the bullet and the hook.
I’ve been going right on, page by… since we last kissed, two long dol… two hunger—mongers throwing a myth… double—crossing out lives with dou… leaving us separate now, fogy with…
Anger, as black as a hook, overtakes me. Each day, each Nazi
It is snowing and death bugs me as stubborn as insomnia. The fierce bubbles of chalk, the little white lesions settle on the street outside.
We are born with luck which is to say with gold in our m… As new and smooth as a grape, as pure as a pond in Alaska, as good as the stem of a green bea…
They come on to my clean sheet of paper and leave a Rorscha… They do not do this to be mean, they do it to give me a sign they want me, as Aubrey Beardsley…
I am the love killer, I am murdering the music we though… that blazed between us, over and o… I am murdering me, where I kneele… I am pushing knives through the ha…
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.