Draft from a door, left behind, in the morning today.
Let it rain, to shave own under hairs it’s the time, a woman’s turns come. Or, a sea hare, to shave own under hairs it’s the time, in the night of a woman.
Of the first three days of the new year, make a round of greeting, pretty vacant it is.
As parchment to contract, on the ass of the midwife, my half sister.
From the black gate, to the parking, a slope goes.