Writers are such phonies: they sometimes have wise insights but they don't live by them at all. That's what writers are like...you think they know so… - Anne Sexton

Watch out for love
(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes including the toes) ,
it will wrap you up like a mummy,
and your scream won't be heard
and none of your running will end.

Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

This November there seems to be nothing to say.

I want to calm down, to rest, to outlive this nonsense.