I Sleep Quite Violently Waking Warm With Thunder

And I'm The Magician's Girl.

Buttoning My Cuffs At The Wrist,

And Split From My Neck To My Knees,

How Badly I Photograph.

To Dream Of A Duel, Speaking Furious In Latin, The Scald Scar Of Water.

Woke Snug As A Virgin Quietly Humming.