With this ring of truth I want to wed a poetNot in the usual (hetero)sexual sense of marriageBut in the spiritual, essential, passionate twiningof efforts.I want to...
likes me not I wore my hair downthe way he liked itbut he liked her betterI wore little bell earringsThat he gave meBut he liked her betterI dabbed on his favoriteWhite...
Breakdown Near Glasgow, my car engine diedBy a house with a woman outside.I asked, in a panic,`Do you know a mechanic?``No, only MacLean and MacClyde.`