When you are singing in the
bathroom and you get  shower gel in your mouth.

Green to the eye
begets the visage: life-
Startlingly simple,
a color tells it all.

So ‘tis with the note
and the morning earth is smelly-
I ask,
by what happy accident
is everything made plain?

Like a dog bearing its belly
or a moth sleeping in daylight-
the unapparent thing of life
these words just cannot say.

I asked our priest to bless me so I conceive a child,
Now, every time he blesses me I become pregnant,
We have seven children,
So we changed to a different country.