How do I know I love her

How sweet it is, to feel your love
In your patronizing wishes
To find me a purpose
In your all-knowing maharshi

Come in, come in,
Look down into the abyss of my inkwell
See for yourself what you did

Once, When they tore them open A life fell out of each Now, They are driven Smiling with them Rights of their own In bright sunshine Hauling with them Buried in black One mile from the graveyard The rights of man...

Thus I crawl from one doorstep to another.
Waiting for the Death,
Hoping it will show up when I sleep.

(On stage, she is sitting crouched, lamenting, wailing and cursing Death who is standing quietly, about five feet in front of her, with its back to her.) If you are so focused on not seeing me What is this urge in me...

“Did you notice?” You said once. “How I don’t address you by name?” “Did you wonder why?” Then we smiled At each other … We then leaned Toward each other “Did you...