What is the central passion of a life? To please mummy & daddy? To find a home for their furniture… To found a family of one’s own,

Looking for a place where we might turn off the inner dialogue, the monologue of futures & regrets,

I began by loving women & the love turned to bitterness. My mother, the bitter, whose bitter lesson–

My broom with its tufts of roses beckoning at the black, with its crown of thistles, prickling the sky,

This is the long tunnel of wanting… Its walls are lined with remembere… wet & red as the inside of you… full & juicy as your probing t… warm as your belly against mine,

People wish to be settled. Onl… —Thoreau My life has been the instrument for a mouth

You operate on the afternoon You perform open heart surgery on the ghosts of your suicidal friends You divorce your parents

At the furthermost reach of the se… where Atlantis sinks under the wak… I have come to heal my life. I knit together like a broken arm. The salt fills the crevices of bon…

I try to keep falling in love if only to keep death at bay.

Mute marriages: the ten-ton block of ice obstructing the throat, the heart, the red filter of the liver, the clogged life.

All over the district, on leather… & brocade couches, on daybeds & ‘professional divans,’ they… The air is thick with it, the ears of analysts must be stick…

The whole world is flat & I am round. Even women avert their eyes, & men, embarrassed by the messy way