The time is after dinner. Cigarettes
                    Glow on the lawn;
Glasses begin to tinkle; T V sets

They didn’t acknowledge my presence — they just stared.

Paranoia imposes its own vision on the external world; it differs from other kinds of visionary experience in that the paranoid wants others to share his view—even insists on it. Paranoia is very like poetic creativity.

Neither on horseback nor seated,
But like himself, squarely on two feet,
The poet of death and lilacs

These are the houses of the poor—
Strange animals ... they live in view...
That woman on the second floor,

That I should originate anything
was intolerable to me,
but I considered it, privately.

The man I loved wanted me in his bed, so I could tell him he was exceptional.

Ruining something felt like a reason to proceed.

New Hampshire: the sound
of fast water in cascades,
a miniscule toad