Women Tell Time By The Body. They

You Lay, A Small Knuckle On My White Bed; Lay, That Fist Like A Snail, Small And Strong At My Breast. Your Lips Are Animals; You Are Fed With Love. At First, Hunger Is Not Wrong.

It Doesn't Matter Who My Father Was; It Matters Who I Remember He Was.

My Sleeping Pill Is White. It Is A Splendid Pearl; It Floats Me Out Of Myself, My Stung Skin As Alien As A Loose Bolt Of Cloth.

I Am Out Of Practice At Living. You Are As Brave As A Motorcycle.

I Have Been Cut In Two.