I'm being stung by bees in the snow.
my pants fill with air
my pocket takes warmth from fingertip
four numb
very touching and very moving
sentiment from twenty years of last century
taking warm rocks from the unsettling effigy
ingesting them
it is too painful she tells me
a ram's horn
being stung by bees in the winter
chewing on dolphin meat in the summer
the beach is glass
the salt boils
my soles bubble
yellow cloud pushes me up
I glide on the hooves
in my new pelt