I saw her at the frog party yesterday like toads                     After a rain she gurgled
Strange songs for us newly                            How this whole thing behaves my heart
And my intestines metered out            Everything spitting up glitter in me the child
Who is sick in me there                                                     There snail there right there
That's where I'm sort of glued together                              Clasped shut at odd joints
The gray of my hand in the gray of her gray                  A gastropod, my tongue-foot
Licking up sweets from concrete                         How I'm so ready so often to be full
Of light and clear deep through                But when I am empty she walks out in me
She leaves this door open