I hurl my heart to halt his pace.
The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.
Your body Hurts me as the world hurts God
Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to my image.
I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.
So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about as numb as a slave in a totalitarian state.