juvenile songs marked in letters too large:
BUT MY SPEAKING VOICE IS AS SMALL AS A BARGE.
I know she'd say,
you should take it back, plunge
the words into the throat
where they were born.
brambles like those won't touch my fingers again.
but I've finally
thin skin, blue,
riddled with veins,
battered, Napoleon's soldiers,
curled round the dinner table after a
long day at the office.
strong hands curl around full wrists,
subtle new blood making up for years of neglect.
an angel kissed her way down your spine,
and blessed you with the
you and I, the easiest small unit.