... a starving man doesn't ask what the meal is.
... man is eating the earth up like a candy bar.
the man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate…
I have been cut in two.
Let the light be called Day so that men may grow corn or take busses.
Man is a bird full of mud, I say aloud. And death looks on with a casual eye and scratches his anus.
Inside many of us is a small old man who wants to get out.
I see myself as one would see another. I have been cut in two.
Let there be a heaven so that man may outlive his grasses.
Of course the New Testament is very small. Its mouth opens four times as out-of-date as a prehistoric monster, yet somehow man-made....
Please God, we're all right here. Please leave us alone. Don't send death in his fat red suit and his ho-ho baritone.
Now I am just an elderly lady who is full of spleen, who humps around greater Boston in a God-awful hat, who never lived and yet outlived her time, hating men and dogs and Democrats.
Take a woman talking, purging herself with rhymes, drumming words out like a typewriter, planting words in you like grass seed. You'll move off.