#Americans #Suicide #Women
Big heart, wide as a watermelon, but wise as birth, there is so much abundance in the people I have:
Who’s she, that one in your arms? She’s the one I carried my bones… and built a house that was just a… and built a life that was over an… and built a castle where no one li…
Linda, you are leaving your old body now, It lies flat, an old butterfly, all arm, all leg, all wing, loose as an old dress.
The car is heavy with children tugged back from summer, swept out of their laughing beach, swept out while a persistent rumou… tells them nothing ends.
Many are the deceivers: The suburban matron, proper in the supermarket, list in hand so she won’t suddenly… buying her Duz and Chuck Wagon do…
I’ve been going right on, page by… since we last kissed, two long dol… two hunger—mongers throwing a myth… double—crossing out lives with dou… leaving us separate now, fogy with…
We are America. We are the coffin fillers. We are the grocers of death. We pack them in crates like caulif… The bomb opens like a shoebox.
Just once I knew what life was fo… In Boston, quite suddenly, I unde… walked there along the Charles Ri… watched the lights copying themsel… all neoned and strobe—hearted, ope…
The summer sun ray shifts through a suspicious tree. though I walk through the valley o… It sucks the air and looks around for me.
In the thin classroom, where your… was noble and your words were all… I find this boily creature in your… find you disarranged, squatting on… irrefutably placed up there,
Since you ask, most days I cannot… I walk in my clothing, unmarked by… Then the almost unnameable lust re… Even then I have nothing against… I know well the grass blades you m…
The end of the affair is always de… She’s my workshop. Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my brea… finds you gone. I horrify those who stand by. I am fed.
Jean, death comes close to us all, flapping its awful wings at us and the gluey wings crawl up our n… Our children tremble in their teen… whirling off on a thumb or a motor…
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…
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling off toward N… They are neat as a wallet,