As I enter the theatre the play i… I hear the father say to the son o… You’€™ve taken the motor apart. The son replies, The roof is leak… The father retorts, The tire is f…

You wept in your mother’s arms and I knew that from then on I was to forget myself. Listening to your sobs, I was resolved against my will

I close my eyes like a good little… as I was told to do by my mother w… and before bed I brush my teeth an… as I was told, and look forward to… I do all things required of me to…

I dream I am lying in the mud on… Which do I prefer, since I have t… air? It is summer. I decide quick… of the sky I could not get by flyi…

at fifty I approach myself, eighteen years of age, seated despondently on the concret… of my father’s house, wishing to be gone from there

Interesting that I have to live w… It stands, prepared to emerge, and… with me—this other thing I will be… and yet it keeps me erect and limb… my rival.

As I reach to close each book lying open on my desk, it leaps up to snap at my fingers. My legs won’t hold me, I must sit down. My fingers pain me

It is heart-rending to know a kiss cannot cure the world of its illne… nor can your happiness, nor your t… of being a discrete person, for th… fall like rain into the ground

If we could be brought to the surf… like a gleaming fish and served fo… if we could eat and swallow our ow… to make a good meal, if we could g… for ourselves and feed on the glea…

I don’t know which to mourn. Both… my car. I feel strongly about my c… wife. Without my car, I can’t lea… being alone. My wife gave me two c… no longer live with us, as was to…

This tree has two million and seve… Perhaps I missed a leaf or two bu… at having persisted in counting by… and marked down on paper with penc… Adding them up was a pleasure I c…

Prescient, my hands soothing their foreheads, by my love I earn them. in their presence I am wretched as death. They smil… to me of love. They cheer me

I have something to tell you. I’m listening. I’m dying. I’m sorry to hear. I’m growing old.

Late in 1962 New York newspapers… old child being raped on a roof, a… ground. I draw near to the roof’s edge and seek someone to lift

Earth hard to my heels bear me up like a child standing on its mother’s belly. I am a surprised guest to the air