#Americans #Suicide
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
For Marcia
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook… as if Trout Fishing in America we… Trout Fishing in America had Mar…
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
she tries to get things out of men that she can’t get because she’s not 15% prettier
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
