Because I'm so cold, my heart hurts.

Big hearts. i can feel them, smell their blood

Filling, swelling, bursting over the Spring.

Rosary bees weave the new air around me-

A braid for me to pray on...

Please, bees, I promise you that I am

not a flower, But I am not afraid of you.

To the left, an ant is trying to wear my

Forgotten shoe, but let him-

An eye distracted is watching

My hand pluck chinks of buried light

out of the earth.

And right, there is music!

Oh, big heart, swell and share yourself-

I will leave my shoes in the tangle of this shade

And we shall be unafraid

And we shall be, unafraid.

When the hollow winds of debt
Broke over her, she shook
And drew the future close
In a seductive suck of final breath.

Reclining, resigned along her shore
She pressed an aching ear, weighty with figures to
The breast of the sea. Then lashes, elbow, and
Regretful tongue made brackish love with death.