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)