After her rough entanglement
and dalliance with the gods
she returned to whistling tea
and biscuits rich in butter
After her rough entanglement
and dalliance with the gods
she returned to whistling tea
and biscuits rich in butter
Do you live
and what do you do there
far afield, a pair?
I’ve got people in me,
they don’t even know.
And somewhere, too, I’m gone from myself.
I’m doing things I never will guess.
For all the volume
it’s clear:
the stakes are low.