Things I've written on my walls in my room which I will be leaving soon.

His name is darling. He kisses my respect away.

The girl was born Betty Bayhem Metter.
Better belong to a son that'll let'er
burn mesquite in a roomful of roses
cold red cheeks and sawed-off noses.

I say I don't love you.
He says I don't know you.
We continue from there.

You told me you know my ways
you just can't show me another day.
Without a reason to fear this fight
I dress slowly sad and tight.

All my addictions are friends.

The ghosts you're afraid of are laughing at you.

The names of my ancestors and when they came here:

Soloman Haddad-1890
Beirut, Lebanon

George NeJhame-1890
Lebanon

Estelle Whitley-Irish/English/beautiful
Here always?

Heaven is a poor man's mausoleum.

"Now this story's not very interesting
and it's not very funny
but it did happen..."
-my aunt Annie