#Americans #Suicide #Women #XXCentury
O Mary, fragile mother, hear me, hear me now although I do not know your words. The black rosary with its silver… lies unblessed in my hand
True. All too true. I have never… life. All my decay has taken place… Henderson the Rain King, by Saul… When I lie down to love, old dwarf heart shakes her head.
She is all there. She was melted carefully down for… and cast up from your childhood, cast up from your one hundred favo… She has always been there, my darl…
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…
Some women marry houses. It’s another kind of skin; it has… a mouth, a liver and bowel movemen… The walls are permanent and pink. See how she sits on her knees all…
Oh, love, why do we argue like thi… I am tired of all your pious talk. Also, I am tired of all the dead. They refuse to listen, so leave them alone.
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve childr… who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. That story.
Here, in front of the summer hotel the beach waits like an altar. We are lying on a cloth of sand while the Atlantic noon stains the world in light.
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
Busy, with an idea for a code, I… signals hurrying from left to righ… or right to left, by obscure route… for my own reasons; taking a word… down tiers of tries until its secr…
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette pap… arms and legs made of Limoges, lips like Vin Du Rhône,
God loafs around heaven, without a shape but He would like to smoke His ci… or bite His fingernails and so forth.
I was tired of being a woman, tired of the spoons and the post, tired of my mouth and my breasts, tired of the cosmetics and the sil… There were still men who sat at my…
Who is he? A railroad track toward hell? Breaking like a stick of furniture… The hope that suddenly overflows t… The love that goes down the drain…
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 —