Dumbfounded in hospital whites, you are picture-book
My sister died. He raped me. They beat me. I fell
Where was it that we went that night?
I have so little want of activity
Swaggering like rain like rain like rain
She considers a field. She considers a field and buys it. Let her have
This boat you’re videotaping.
Saps, and the anal grease of an otter, and pig's blood,
Thou two-faced year, Mother of Change and Fate,