We are all connected, one unto another.

I won't pretend I haven't ever cried; 
that would be rather foolish under the circumstances; 
I have been myself at times astonished 

Happy baby. Bobbing. Strong arm. Slap. Hard 
water. Bottle-green swells smack, splatter. Chuck 
the chin. Bluster. Rip-roaring rumpus. Scutched. 

She’d gotten into the habit of going nights
to a secret ledge on the apartment house roof

Someone has brought potato salad and someone else has brought cole slaw.

I have been going about as usually do when, suddenly, without warning, I am overwhelmed by some feeling. There it is. As real as anything.

I smear my lips with lipstick, my cheeks with rouge

Plinth: the ring of truth and false pretenses
Plinth: the sound of a plucked string
Plinth: or gravel

Good old Patrick Casey!

In this country we manufacture cages
We construct them just as you wish
made-to-order, a cage for each occasion