Thumbs Grow Into My Throat. I Wear

Jewels! Today Each Twig Is Important, Each Ring, Each Infection, Each Form Is All That The Gods Must Have Meant.

I Put The Gold Star Up In The Front Window Beside The Flag. Alterations Is What I Know And What I Did: Hems, Gussets And Seams.

And Within The House Ashes Are Being Stuffed Into My Marriage, Fury Is Lapping The Walls, Dishes Crack On The Shelves, A Strangler Needs My Throat, The Daughter Has Ceased To Eat Anything.

Life Is A Trick, Life Is A Kitten In A Sack.

The Day Of Fire Is Coming, The Thrush Will Fly Ablaze Like A Little Sky Rocket.