Lately I've been thinking About all the hairpin Turns I've gone around Too quickly And almost eaten My own *** Straight into A tree
And mostly I've been thinking About all the Ships I've sunk With tiny Needle. point Holes Thousands Of perforated Perfunctorily placed Sailor sabotage
All of those ships resting at the bottom Of my halfway conscious Self Because I'm afraid Of being the barnacle Brained woman That I am Clinging to the bellies Of the sinking Ships I've carefully Cast into The depths
And lately I've Been wondering Why I've never been so Lucky as to Hit one of Those needle poked turns As fast as I could