#Americans #Suicide #Women
When man, enters woman, like the surf biting the shore, again and again, and the woman opens her mouth with…
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…
A young man is afraid of his demon… over the demon’s mouth sometimes..… I mentioned my demon to a friend and the friend swam in oil and cam… greasy and cryptic
Many a miner has gone into the deep pit to receive the dust of a kiss, an ore—cell. He has gone with his lamp
In his tenth July some instinct taught him to arm the waiting wave… a giant where its mouth hung open. He rode on the lip that buoyed him… and buckled him under. The beach w…
Mother, my Mary Gray, once resident of Gloucester and Essex County, a photostat of your will arrived in the mail today.
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…
You always read about it: the plumber with the twelve childr… who wins the Irish Sweepstakes. From toilets to riches. That story.
Oh down at the tavern the children are singing around their round table and around me still. Did you hear what it said?
of her arms, this was her sin: where the wood berries bin of forest was new and full, she crept out by its tall posts, those wooden legs,
Who will forgive me for the things… With no special legend of God to… With my calm white pedigree, my ya… I think it would be better to be a… I forgive you for what you did not…
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…
Concerning your letter in which yo… me to call a priest and in which y… me to wear The Cross that you enc… your own cross, your dog—bitten cross,
His awful skin stretched out by some tradesman is like my skin, here between my f… a kind of webbing, a kind of frog. Surely when first born my face was…
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…