My Flesh Winced, In Cowardice, From Such

The Sky Leans On Me, Me, The One Upright Among All Horizontals.

Sometimes I Feel So Stupid And Dull And Uncreative That I Am Amazed When People Tell Me Differently.

The Body Is Amazingly Stubborn When It Comes To Sacrificing Itself To The Annihilating Directions Of The Mind.

The One Thing I Was Good At Was Winning Scholarships And Prizes, And That Era Was Coming To An End.

Secretly, In Studies And Attics And Schoolrooms All Over America, People Must Be Writing.