running rivers. and flowing chocolate streams. I cried Rocky Mountains eating quarts of rocky road ice-cream. Cried after my mother beat me, leaving welts on my lily soft behind. And when I bought the house all the papers I signed. I cried in my martini. Cried in my tight leopard-skinned pants. Walking the beach in my striped string bikini. At my howdy doody wedding during the father-daughter dance. I cried pushing out my son. And again, at age four when the paramedics raced him out the door on a black leather stretcher. And as I was ***** willow ***** by aΒ Β amniotic Freudian letcher. I cried after his beating, when I saw his black eye. There hasn't been a day that my eyes been dried.