“I write in praise of the solitary act: of not feeling a trespassing tongue forced into one's mouth, one's breath smothered, nipples crushed against the ribcage, and that metallic tingling in the chin set off by a certain odd nerve: unpleasure.” WritingFeelingsCertainSolitudeMouthsPraiseBreathsTongueOddNervesSolitaryCrushedChinsNipplesMetallicTrespassing Book:Poems 1960-2000 Source: Poems 1960-2000
