Bodyof workyou make my heart racebody of evidenceweighedwantingbody of knowledgeerratabody of the reporthere comesthe red pengoverning bodyhold mebody of waterhold meup
having left my talkI hear you who I amnewly present tothe plain lifeof your heart is to meas large as the weatherwhere we go togetherto bed and soto sleep
love could experimentwith her two bodiescould discover the way of milkcoming into the breastscould invent tastesor find a way to ferment a kisslike a poet who never sawa heart at rest
I made a stick sweetheartbut unwilling to keep herI sent her awayto the cranes in the fieldsbut I did make her thinkof making herself happywith her strange fellow cranesin the dirt and the marlingenious treasurersof time and follywhere one is freethere is great plentyI want her stilltook her a glass of pure waterand hewed hera thin ice bed