Mornings she practises constant walking And purifying her mind, How to overcome the forces of the attack

I’ve no defences for her and her hands don’t fortify me.

If you’re going to pay city taxes At least find a see-saw, Stand in line beside the girls With ponytails and wait

To part from the longing

I am full but emptiness will still gust through me I am full but longing will drip a moment before the new mother’s retreat.

Her own indications give her A feeling.

Grasping the gates, Hunched over Fielding cries after the pain caught within her Something is opening.

I rose early tied by a cord to your wellbeing Which is unknown, To forty hidden days To the fear of gathering clues that go to waste.