Today the circus poster is scabbing off the concrete wall and the children have forgotten if they knew at all. Father, do you remember?

If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live on the Boston Common

I am the only actor. It is difficult for one woman to act out a whole play. The play is my life, my solo act.

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…

Listen here. I’ve never played it… in spite of what the critics say. Ask my imaginary brother, that wai… that childhood best friend who com… dress—up and stick—up and jacks an…

A thousand doors ago when I was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was summer as long as I could remember,

Gone, I say and walk from church, refusing the stiff procession to t… letting the dead ride alone in the… It is June. I am tired of being b… We drive to the Cape. I cultivate

Not that it was beautiful, but that, in the end, there was a certain sense of order there; something worth learning in that narrow diary of my mind,

When man, enters woman, like the surf biting the shore, again and again, and the woman opens her mouth with…

Roach, foulest of creatures, who attacks with yellow teeth and an army of cousins big as shoe… you are lumps of coal that are mec… and when I turn on the light you s…

There was an unwanted child. Aborted by three modern methods she hung on to the womb, hooked onto I building her house into it