Each room is a miniature for some larger doll house. All pleasure. Every room is devoid of air—just objects—not lived, but performed....

I am not anywhere, Somewhere in the south. Somewhere in the south, You said I’d be a good mother. That, And another, still. Holy, Pouring...

I think a lot about my funeral When I was a kid, I had a ridiculous fear of death - Which I later discovered was a symptom of childhood...