“Like a bird on a wire,like a drunk in a midnight choir,I have tried in my way to be free!!”
“I have tried in my way to be free.”
“Here is the door of my mom's house, well-remembered childhood portal. Here is the yard, and a set of wires that runs from the house to a wooden pole, and some fat birds sitting together on the wires, five of them lined up like beads on an abacus.”
“My shoe is off. My foot is cold. I have a bird I like to hold.”
“I make love like I sing—in a choir, alone in the bathtub.”
“I know, I should've just shut him down like a Broadway Musical, but that's just not the way I'm wired.”