everything makes more sense.
and my confidence is coming back.
sure, my feet hurt.
but, darling, my heart is healing.
I'm an acolyte of life.
and I can build a wobbly table.
but I have to get out of Florida.
because I am short on time.
we could fly to Israel.
make love on the stairs.
cut like a dull knife.
write like a dull pencil.
I am hungry for Heaven.
starving for hell.
wish you were with me.
got a fever to tell.
gray mustache.
golden afternoons.
no more blues.
never you.