Well, One Gets Out Of Bed And

I Grow Old On My Bitterness.

Loving Me With My Shoes Off Means Loving My Long Brown Legs, Sweet Dears, As Good As Spoons; And My Feet, Those Two Children Let Out To Play Naked.

Only My Books Anoint Me, And A Few Friends, Those Who Reach Into My Veins.

Oh Thumb, I Want A Drink It Is Dark, Where Are The Big People, When Will I Get There...?

I Did Not Know The Woman I Would Be Nor That Blood Would Bloom In Me Each Month Like An Exotic Flower, Nor That Children, Two Monuments, Would Break From Between My Legs.