Lines from my grade twelve note book

reading one of emilys letters/i see blood creep down my thoughand diffuse into the blue water
emily is emily dickinson

the kids are asleep at home /yr husband wants to love/the laundry needs doing

bathsheba/bathe w/o guilt/seduce David/he needs the curve of an an exotic breast/johnathon has left him

the light here on early winter mornings/is a burnished/smoky topaz

i've grown fat/my muscle atrophes a long time ago/i depend on my mind to redeem me