A knife plunged into the centerof summer. Airand terror, which become teeth together.

The urgent warnings:The dreamy terror of certain summer mornings.

There is dancing and laughter in hell, an angel weeping openly on a park bench in heaven. My mother, dead and frantic in an attic. A white shirt on a floor. An old man in a wheelchair, rubbing his eyes. Here it is, here it is! the occupational therapists sing as they rise to the surface of the earth, smiling, bearing their terrible surprise.

That to want to succeed is to fail

She is ancientness. She has lived forever. It has driven her insane.

Andthis letterI didn't sendhow surprisingto find it now.All this love I must have felt.

And all the embezzledcents and dollarsof the last time I saw you.

I, who am doubt now, with a song.

Its sweet bird's nest is full of pain in a distant place