It is a dead heart.
It is inside of me.
It is a stranger
yet once it was agreeable,
opening and closing like a clam.


The Awful Rowing Toward God (ed. 1975)


It is a dead heart. It is inside of me. It is a stranger yet once it was agreeable, opening and closing like a clam.

It is a dead heart. It is inside of me. It is a stranger yet once it was agreeable, opening and closing like a clam.

It is a dead heart. It is inside of me. It is a stranger yet once it was agreeable, opening and closing like a clam.

It is a dead heart. It is inside of me. It is a stranger yet once it was agreeable, opening and closing like a clam.