. WNTR, o
the earth
is how long
)in you?
crisply perhaps
stiffmuscling die erected
foal trees. Barely skinned
,
.
'
.
,
.
'
.
H
e A
V
y with
light dying
of shadows
)between
o
WNTR
i skip a penny
across
Bu
g e
yed june
(Ag
irl inn
ot enough
clothing
,cuz it was june o lord it was so hot i could feel my sweat across the
palm of each hand go slick like oil across the cool common pinch
of the fuzzed in ***** tinter grass.
i o and uncurling stiffly went like the shoots off of roses: topaz
i went red like the bitten ******
of girl tingling
unchastely
snowless hips
)without WNTR which
soft of hard
and hard of itch
itch
and itch
(in WNTR to please
remove me my health
and barely skin me
a foal tree
untwitching