I am the heart of a murdered woman who took the wrong way home who was strangled in a vacant lot… who was shot with care beneath a t… who was mutilated by a crisp knife…

He, who navigated with success the dangerous river of his own bir… once more set forth on a voyage of discovery into the land I floated on

‘They capped their heads with feat… their faces, wore their clothes ba… with torches through the midnight… and dragged the black man from his… to the jolting music of broken

Snow packs the roadsides, sends du… onto the pavement, moves through vision like a wave or sand… The bus charges this winter, a whale or blunt gray

You, going along the path, mosquito-doped, with no moon, the… a single orange eye unable to see what is beyond the capsule of your dim

How did I get so dutiful? Was I… Going around as a child with a sma… sweeping up dirt I didn’t make, or out into the yard with a stunte… weeding the gardens of others

Confess: it’s my profession that alarms you. This is why few people ask me to d… though Lord knows I don’t go out… I wear dresses of sensible cut

I would like to watch you sleeping… which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would like to sleep with you, to enter

When you hear me singing you get the rifle down and the flashlight, aiming for my… but you always miss and when you set out the poison

This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible: the song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons

My daughter plays on the floor with plastic letters, red, blue & hard yellow, learning how to spell, spelling,

In the secular night you wander ar… alone in your house. It’s two-thir… Everyone has deserted you, or this is your story; you remember it from being sixteen…

Winter. Time to eat fat and watch hockey. In the pewter mo… a black fur sausage with yellow Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed… to get onto my head. It’s his

Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, the edge of the desert

This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous henyard