Always walked this close between the rows.
Always smoked so many seeds.

You will find yourself dragging 
               a live rabbit 

by one foot, the other kicking.

Later, I tried a smaller size.

There was a time when only beggars 
                went bareheaded. 

Brief as corn, as silk.

It made me think of Sappho saying tomorrow 
             you had better use your soft hands.

Nothing I have known ever seemed real 
until I touched you with it.