“I opened my veins. Unstoppablylife spurts out with no remedy.Now I set out bowls and plates.Every bowl will be shallow.Every plate will be small.And overflowing their rims,into the black earth, to nourishthe rushes unstoppablywithout cure, gushespoetry ...”

“While they go get the others, I figure out the details. The system I’ve set up is intended to "process’’ matches. It does this by moving a quantity of match sticks out of their box, and through each of the bowls in succession. The dice determine how many matches can be moved from one bowl to the next. The dice represent the capacity of each resource, each bowl; the set of bowls are my dependent events, my stages of production. Each has exactly the same capacity as the others, but its actual yield will fluctuate somewhat.”

“And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closesIts bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.--from "Tulips", written 18 March 1961”

“When the bowl broke, that was my heart, laughter fell out.”

“Undertow""I set out one nightWhen the tide was lowThere were signs in the skyBut I did not knowI'd be caught in the gripOf the undertowDitched on a beachWhere the sea hates to goWith a child in my armsAnd a chill in my soulAnd my heart the shapeOf a begging bowl”

“We’re going bowling?’ I can’t keep the disappointment of of my voice. Bowling is not badass.”