My safe, safe psychosis is broken.
It was hard.
It was made of stone.
It covered my face like a mask.
But it has cracked.
Words for Dr. Y.: uncollected poems with three stories (ed. 1978)
My safe, safe psychosis is broken.
It was hard.
It was made of stone.
It covered my face like a mask.
But it has cracked.
Words for Dr. Y.: uncollected poems with three stories (ed. 1978)