You can't make me go outside
The trees are vicious
The winds speak lies
Arms of summer warn rain tonight
On horseback through it
I coughed to stay alive
I first faught the knife that brought life to
(She cried when she found it.
Its feathers were matted and pressed to its side.
Its wings were no longer able.
Still she begged it to fly.
Its body as frail as paper and wet from her tears.
She knelt
I picked the most appetizing flowers from these
gardens.
I know of virgin thighs.
Anointed in your sweat.
Sat them in a glass.
And took the bench between your hips.
These are beautiful wooden legs you
