Marguerite Churchill, photographed by Max Munn Autrey, 1930.

The world was dizzying it wouldn't have survived in my dream I love the firelight I love what it tells me to do some days I dream I am what it aspires to I was spiraling with desire for the things I wanted maybe I was dreaming this by living I was agreeing to it was freedom I fear I needed I wanted a chalice of asphalt I wanted a death equal to the absurd devastation a season in hell was like a vacation to me the days in their endless permutations buried me