On the real azalea path we rode. …
Patricia Lockwood
The government spent a Patricia on me, …
I was so happy in the gem room. …
The perfect ring I had married myself with …
Of all living monuments has the fewest …
Must be entered through the sharpener every Sunday, …
How many sets of her parents are dead. How many times over is she an orphan. A plane, a crosswalk, a Boer war. A childbirth, of course, her childbirth. When she, Shirley Temple, came out of her mother, plump even at her corners like a bag of goldfish, and one pinhole just one pinhole necessary. Shirley Temple, cry for us, and Shirley Temple cried. The first word of no baby is “Hello,” how strange. The baby believes, “I was here before you, learning to wave just …
I was born as a woman, I talk you to death, …
Is worth any number of old ladies. …