liking to say things, all kinds of things, mostly about the way things seem

of course it is not about you. you have to know this, like baby birds know worms come with mother’s return,

we are nearly always a world which almost

root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live

i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing

shut my eyes and squeeze my demand, the point of a spear.  what will happen.

was all stupid. you weren’t that entertaining. i find it all only sad now, that

yes, darling you should come & take care of me, someone has to, & you

yes, there is a gap between us always has been now it is

if ever someone is my dearest ear who hears my truth as theirs

of the things that make me become better only music is unlike surgery