For as long as I can remember,
my life has been something
inflicted upon me rather than
something I've chosen to live.
...
I must confess:
once I turned fifty,
I began talking to
television newscasters
...
The only thing
I really dislike
about being dead:
there's so very little
...
Fifty years after your death,
whenever I ask my uncles about you,
they turn distant and gray.
...
How in the hell
am I supposed to take
anything seriously when
I'm living in a town
...
Two little blue moons,
her little blue eyes
rise and shine.
...