1987: YOU asked me to marry you tonight...You are 43 and HANDSOME---and I am 42 and STILL BEAUTIFUL.....But when the 'BLOOM IS OFF OF MY ROSE---and my hair is WHITE---and the AGING PROCESS HAS TAKEN IT'S TOLL ON BOTH OF US'.....I WILL STILL LOVE YOU-----But---WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW?
And HE SAID HE WOULD-------AND HE DID.
The essence of my happiness is fighting for the happiness of others. It’s strange, why is it that in grammar, the word "happiness” can only be singular? That is counter to its meaning, after all. … If it turns necessary to die for the common happiness, then I’m braced to.
Life is so unfair. Why would children be born to parents who use and abuse them while those who cherish and ‘garnish’ them remain ‘empty’? Why would the obdurate and cantankerous abound in wealth while the affectionate and generous pauperize? Why would the beautiful and dutiful lack suitors while the bland and unplanned are plenteously patronized? Why would everyday be for the thief’ and not for the chief? Why, why and why?
Something happens inside me as I looked out into the vast universe. Through that telescope, the world was closer and larger than I’d ever imagined. And it was all so beautiful and overwhelming and - I don’t know - it made me aware that there was something inside of me that mattered
tonight the backyard is brutal
in its twilit emptiness
& I have put my lips
on the glass of his face again
so I won't be lonely
& I have dressed to please him
because it's too quiet here
my hand alive in the cage of his
an actual dandelion in the grass
beside his sandal
the mosquitoes grazing our ankles
we should go inside he says
as the pitchblack comes on again like arsenic
over the glowing lawn