I Am Torn In Two But I

The Trouble With Therapy Is That It Makes Life Go Backwards.

My Husband Sings Baa Baa Black Sheep And We Pretend That All's Certain And Good, That The Marriage Won't End.

Nature Is Full Of Teeth That Come In One By One, Then Decay, Fall Out.

As A Writer One Has To Take The Chance On Being A Fool.

My Business Is Words. Words Are Like Labels, Or Coins, Or Better, Like Swarming Bees.