"everyone wants / to tell her how to speak / to cross the street with a sense of fear / to cross the street with a pleasure in fear / everyone wants to climb onto dust..."
"So they’ve chipped obsidian from the Museum / of Natural History into grievous needles. They hide / them in their hair, or in the thick worming scars / on their arms..."
"You hear a great deal about work like everyone in the meantime is not desperately on land / You are nothing but the letter which gave you pain the short infirmity..."