#Americans #Suicide #Women
Under my bowels, yellow with smoke… it waits. Under my eyes, those milk bunnies, it waits. It is waiting.
It is half winter, half spring, and Barbara and I are standing confronting the ocean. Its mouth is open very wide, and it has dug up its green,
What’s missing is the eyeballs in each of us, but it doesn’t matt… because you’ve got the bucks, the… You let me touch them, fondle the… lick at their numbers and it lets…
Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger,
This is the desk I sit at and this is the desk where I love… and this is the typewriter that si… where yesterday only your body sat… with its shoulders gathered in lik…
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve childr… who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. That story.
Reasonable, reasonable, reasonable… ten different homes, they always c… to find one ward where they like t… looks like you. Each time, the eye… watched us intently, these visitor…
The town does not exist except where one black—haired tree… up like a drowned woman into the h… The town is silent. The night boi… Oh starry night! This is how
I have gone out, a possessed witch… haunting the black air, braver at… dreaming evil, I have done my hitc… over the plain houses, light by li… lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out…
Someone lives in a cave eating his toes, I know that much. Someone little lives under a bush pressing an empty Coca—Cola can a…
All day we watched the gulls striking the top of the sky and riding the blown roller coaste… Up there godding the whole blue world
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out. No bigger than a two—year—old whom you’d call lamb chop
O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoo… with two children, two meteors wandering loose in a tiny playroom… with your mouth into the sheet,
Well, death’s been here for a long time — it has a hell of a lot to do with hell and suspicion of the eye
The correct death is written in. I will fill the need. My bow is stiff. My bow is in readiness. I am the bullet and the hook.