She lives in this house over there, has her world outside it.
Grapples with the earth with her fingers and her mouth--she's five years old.
Thread worms on a string, keeps spiders in her pocket, collects fly-wings in
A jar scrubs horse flies and pinches them on a line. she's got one friend
He lives next door, they listen to the weather, he knows how many freckles
She scratches his beard. she's painting huge books, glues them together,
They saw a big raven; it glided down the sky--she touched it.
Today's a birthdate--they're sucking cigars, he got a chain of flowers,
Sows a bird in her knickers, they're sucking cigars, lie in the bathtub, chain