Phase the Second: I rolled over, I sat up, I smiled, I laughed. I learned to speak, I learned to walk.
Bill Mourn (after Sylvia Plath)
Thespians donut live: it’s ass at diagonal or sis.
They Krueger to sand finger swell in off,
Their lit tell, for heads bulged cons and nation.
If famous atom wall king a boat-like people
It was stint a knee lag of my thermal.
Why can knot ex-pain what had pinned to them!
The yard prop her in shape and numb her a free part.
That’s it so mice lean in the tickling flu, id!
They smile hands mile Ann defile acme.
Hands fill dull hung want for land the art won’t start.
They are moppings, they are no teething dish,
Though they half up icky hand half ashy year –
It wood be but her if they wore a hive, and hat swat they wore.
But they art head, and thermal ne’er dead with this traction,
And they stoop in the stairs a donut speed cough her.
