Long After Midnight, After Goodbye



I Drive On Home Under This Shallow Sky



Daughter Of The Hunger Moon



She Runs Bare Hands



'round These Darkened Rooms







Convince Myself I Like Being Alone



Three In The Morning, While I Fix Some Toast



And Earl Grey Tea With Too Much Honey



Feed The Cats, Drink Some Wine,



Run A Very Deep Bath



And Write A Few Poems



With The Refrigerator Magnets







Time Itself Is Crystallized



Do I Listen To My Heart My Body Or My Mind?



To Love, To Lust Or To Analyze



To Hear These Shy Conflicting Cries?



There's Always Someone Left Unfed



The Aching Belly Or The Vacant Bed



It's Hard To Get These Hungers Straight



Always Something Over Which To Fixate



It's Hard To Hear What's Really Being Said



I Wish I Could Live Outside My Head



It's Hard To Keep Them All Well Fed



To Find Soul, To Make Love, To Be Well Read