And you said that my boundaries
have narrowed that my еуеѕ which were open
their slats squeak and their gaze
shut behind glass.
And you said with derision that my tongue had sunk
to lick dirt.
And I rose and folded the four corners of the earth
to place under my head, for if I can no longer
walk the earth
I’ll lie* with her.
And nights letters will rise from me
and soar like angels
from my raging body
and never again will you ѕау to mе
I can’t bear to hear.