waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for

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

he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that

you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not

I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage

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

“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.

never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that

often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,