Do know I’ve eaten the abortions

Saltless and seasoned with my hands both tied

(They cut me on a curve to see

How long it’s been going on)

Duodenal fathers know that I like

My skin potato-peeled when it starts to hive

(I prefer to travel as numb as

As my feelers allow)

And I’m very sure that I have princed over

The tree stumps just as friends

(And all those nice boys that found me

In the carrot patch sleeping )

When my manger overflows

With what’s left of my skin

I will be too wide-eyed

For Gabriel to let me inside

And I will be the one you see

In sleep

And I will be the one you see

In sleep or strung out

On the Christian pavement