A wreath of violets lain where my brain used to be,
Frantic. The usual. Scalded and cold. I descend. I work like a
I hear spring coming from a long mile off. A distant jungle-
It comes, it sings. Says: To be heard you must be let, be in. To
It is best to hum, like water. It's true, I am barnacled and
black. The un-
Deadly, the sternum, the prow.
Was, I used to confess the nuns.
Was, the prettier they were, the less they said. Week after week
The one I loved like a secret: "I must avow. I'm of that type
Hype." I let Him forgive her merely on the strength of her
Says I, I wear it like a wife. Then I'd go wash my hands in mint
May be, you are all like me: all pose.
May be, you are cutting each word harder
And harder, to listen, I'mall watchandwile,waitingtobe Called.
When I asked to be left alone, I didn't mean, like, now, like,
All solace and solecism. Un-sail-able. Un-vale-able. To spring,
to light, to sleep.