Having a husband                                             is a problem at this time.

And a woman’s a problem because she’ll want you to keep seeing her.

I think I like that
                           —but you’re not sure.

Those papers are alive,              they explode in your pocket!

Like last night’s cigars and daylight. Perhaps it was worth it to me.

We turned on the wrong street and gave the signal.

Living now
                                                exists under another name.

Honeysuckle also called hysteria.

A flame in soft focus.

I woke the next day,
                                       kept looking over my shoulder.

Slouchy and keen, you enjoy your surroundings like a wolverine.

                           Another part ready to be played and as fancy a piece—

                                                   I ran smack into the woman I am now.