'Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain
consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified to
Down stucco sidestreets,
Where light is pewter
And afternoon mist
Brings lights on in shops
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
Letter To A Friend About Girls
After comparing lives with you for years
I see how I’ve been losing: all the while
I’ve met a different gauge of girl from yours.
Once I am sure there's nothing going on
I step inside, letting the door thud shut.
Another church: matting, seats, and stone,