Raspberry, cream puff, blondie, I am eating my way home.
When you go away, you learn how other people are hungry.
I want to feast like other women do, travel more lightly,
but first I had to get sick, laid …

I should tell you now that I do not know God very well
but let me explain snow. It unfolds.

It is quiet, a sweeping whiteness
hungry for our houses.
We say, Goodbye house.

Now, you may never say …