You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
You fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
This is a word we use to plug
holes with. It's the right size for those warm
blanks in speech, for those red heart-
shaped vacancies on the page that look nothing
Love is not a profession
genteel or otherwise
sex is not dentistry
Your lungs fill & spread themselves,
wings of pink blood, and your bones
empty themselves and become hollow.
When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon
The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
Get some self-respect
All those times I was bored
out of my mind. Holding the log
while he sawed it. Holding
the string while he measured, boards,
It was taken some time ago
At first it seems to be
print: blurred lines and grey flecks