My name is Patricia Lauren Bordeaux, and I, like my creator before me, am a very lonely vampire.
A Night of FrivolitySummertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that season would ever live inside of me.
Last Night I Sang to the MonsterI’d rather have a cup of coffee and a cigarette than live in all that honesty.
Last Night I Sang to the MonsterI was so thin I could slice bread with my shoulderblades, only I seldom had bread
The Last Night of the Earth PoemsWell, it's a good life and a good world, all said and done, if you don't weaken.
Saturday Night and Sunday MorningI don't need shoes. I need a night scope. You think they sell night scopes someplace here?
Two for the DoughCeaseless as the interminable voices of the bell-cricket, all night till dawn my tears flow.
The Tale of GenjiThe day I smile on you flirting with another man is the day you know our relationship is dead.
One Night... Nine Month ScandalIntelligence is perhaps but a malady, -a beautiful malady; the oysters's pearl.
Philosophic Nights in Paris,: Being Selections from Promenades Philosophiques