I know the weight of the afternoon, I said.
It keeps you awake but I can sleep, it know it well.

Is it the girl you see in me, her small thighs?
Or the half woman, her madness?

This project might keep me dead
If I held your baby one day would you ask me who I was? Which part of her or him might show up wrong?
Wouldn’t you want to know?

Our lust is a beaten animal,
How much work we put into it.
It is balanced and contained by so many chemicals.

All day I sink deeper into it,
It becomes cold and dark, I am a stone.

Cut your nails before you occupy me
Don't expect ecstasy when I am ignored in daylight
Ecstacy is to be seen
That is a different project