alone alone explodes later to death and trickle no heartbeat no handshake she shames in cold rooms hands and hands and hands shoring up dust and vastness sickle and barbed mood breaking pins against zippers trying to fight to fight to fight the borrowed blood of this time this him this her these saws pouring out noise ah the rip the sapling the art of moaning quietly the way she sounds in the woods so marked so marked so marked invisibly so sure yes someone can see someone must know all her life famished of love of love of love and his no bar to be raised no no no the hacksaw swatted eyelids the girl the girl possibly smart possibly the most supple capable of all minds but dead dead dead the rind of life dry act darning cottons and shards of apples bricks barrows pushing out the yards up pushing past wire fences sorrow always a coat she wears always in case of a storm a rainstorm the water falling blanketing making wet her hair he smells the drips speaking swallowing alone alone explodes later to death and trickle no heartbeat no handshake she shames in cold rooms hands and hands and hands shoring up dust and vastness sickle and barbed mood breaking pins against zippers trying to fight to fight to fight the borrowed blood of this time this him this her these saws pouring out noise ah the rip the sapling the art of moaning quietly the way she sounds in the woods so marked so marked so marked invisibly so sure yes someone can see someone must know all her life famished of love of love of love and his no bar to be raised no no no the hacksaw swatted eyelids the girl the girl possibly smart possibly the most supple capable of all minds but dead dead dead the rind of life dry act darning cottons and shards of apples bricks barrows pushing out the yards and pushing up past wire fences sorrow always a coat she wears always in case of a storm a rainstorm the water falling blanketing making wet her hair he smells the drips speaking swallowing alone.