Everyone In Me Is A Bird I

You Who Have Inhabited Me In The Deepest And Most Broken Place, Are Going, Going

O Yellow Eye, Let Me Be Sick With Your Heat, Let Me Be Feverish And Frowning.

God Has A Brown Voice, As Soft And Full As Beer.

There Is Joy In All: In The Hair I Brush Each Morning, In The Cannon Towel, Newly Washed, That I Rub My Body With Each Morning.

My Eyes, Those Sluts, Those Whores, Would Play No More.