It's not only the word roses

    lurking¹ inside neurosis or the fact

    that most of my formal education

    occurred in the midwest， so too

    my summer job inhaling² industrial

    reactants should be considered.

    It's an unstable³ world， babe.

    Always an inner avalanche⁴

    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 lobster⁵.

    But where were we？ . . .