i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

here is little Effie’s head
whose brains are made of gingerbread
when the judgment day comes
God will find six crumbs

stooping by the coffinlid
waiting for something to rise
as the other somethings did—
you imagine His surprise

bellowing through the general noise
Where is Effie who was dead?
—to God in a tiny voice,
i am may the first crumb said

whereupon its fellow five
crumbs chuckled as if they were alive
and number two took up the song,
might i’m called and did no wrong

cried the third crumb,i am should
and this is my little sister could
with our big brother who is would
don’t punish us for we were good;

and the last crumb with some shame
whispered unto God,my name
is must and with the others i’ve
been Effie who isn’t alive

just imagine it I say
God amid a monstrous din
watch your step and follow me
stooping by Effie’s little, in

(want a match or can you see?)
which the six subjunctive crumbs
twitch like mutilated thumbs:
picture His peering biggest whey

coloured face on which a frown
puzzles, but I know the way—
(nervously Whose eyes approve
the blessed while His ears are crammed

with the strenuous music of
the innumerable capering ******)
—staring wildly up and down
the here we are now judgment day

cross the threshold have no dread
lift the sheet back in this way.
here is little Effie’s head
whose brains are made of gingerbread

I can hear my watch ticking,
I never noticed it before.
Every thought I think keeps sticking,
on my brain, on my mind, on the walls.

It's rarely silent in this house,
but when it is, it isn't good.
Gets me thinking, freaks me out,
puts me in a terrible mood.

If I keep thinking,
I'll start sinking,
it won't take too long.
Weighted memories pull me down,
and remind me I'm not strong.

It's a cold December,
but I remember,
the days of sun and smiles,
the days we drove for miles,
but now they're gone and they're not coming back.

Because the past is the past,
and it's in the rear view mirror for a reason.
The future holds a brand new path,
and gives me something to believe in.

I remember,
the day you came around,
said you found a man who could treat you right.

And I remember,
thinking all I did wrong,
and how I never really put up a fight.

I remember,
hearing the church bells ring,
never thought a sound could go through a man.

And I remember,
holding onto the notes,
crumpled in my angry, sweating hands.

I remember,
the love you gave me,
you knew just how to take my breath away.

And I remember,
begging, "Lord, please",
right before I handed my life away.