The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry

little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and

self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where

the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…

To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb

he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi

my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.

good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does

yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like

a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still

we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…

not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus

I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,

I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse

Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off