From "This Living Hand"

    It's not only the word roses

    lurking inside neurosis or the fact

    that most of my formal education

    occurred in the midwest， so too

    my summer job inhaling industrial

    reactants should be considered.

    It's an unstable world， babe.

    Always an inner avalanche

    as they say in receiving.

    I'm sure if I'd gotten a shot

    of Karl instead of Zeppo Marx

    in utero， things would have turned out

    differently. Instead， my mother

    went right on eating lobster.

    But where were we？ . . .