Cid Corman


Terror is not -- Ed --
sitting in one's piss.
I know -- I've sat there --

I've slpet there and did 
most of my childhood.
That was warmth -- in fact --

and comfort -- in spite
of the unconcealed

smell. Terror!  That was
and always will be 
Mother cursing Dad

and there there I am
alone in that night
hearing the door slam.