#Americans #Suicide #Women #XXCentury
My mouth blooms like a cut. I’ve been wronged all year, tediou… nights, nothing but rough elbows i… and delicate boxes of Kleenex call… crybaby, you fool!
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
It is in the small things we see i… The child’s first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first time you rode a bike, wallowing up the sidewalk.
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.
It’s in the heart of the grape where that smile lies. It’s in the good—bye—bow in the ha… where that smile lies. It’s in the clerical collar of the…
Sleeping in fever, I am unfair to know just who you are: hung up like a pig on exhibit, the delicate wrists, the beard drooling blood and vineg…
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,
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…
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…
Father, this year’s jinx rides us… where you followed our mother to h… a second shock boiling its stone t… leaving me here to shuffle and dis… you from the residence you could n…
I have killed our lives together, axed off each head, with their poor blue eyes stuck in… rolling separately down the drive. I have killed all the good things,
My doctor, the comedian I called you every time and made you laugh yourself when I wrote this silly rhyme... Each time I give lectures
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…
Until tonight they were separate s… different stories, the best of the… Riding my warm cabin home, I reme… laughter; she laughed as you did,… story. Someday, I promised her, I…
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,