Oh, mother, look at me How I bleed here in the velvety green grass With the dew on my lips And the sky in my eyes, curled into fetal It hurts, mother, can't you see? This is love or something else Tell

Your thighs through small cracks of light And your red nails on my ash covered desk Would make a good porn movie But you still weep after your unborn child And blame me Then kiss me Pulling my hair and