Wrens (The)
Ruth
oh Ruth untie the boat these kisses at your throat
ask is Ruth in there safe grade school winter warm glue smell and tracing hands make leaves and more leaves there is an infinite of burns finding David in the ferns my stars it's juarez Mexico seamless in Spanish pants just three years later from underneath the sand with roots and bugs in hand she chews and listens happens heck as into hell and a sex that calls to Christ to help It's an animal it's a god
she moves through the well dressed dancing couples alone but not bothered by it
and totally involved with her fruit
no one asks her to dance even though it's supposed to be her party
and the boysies find her total and slowish spinning past as the firsting finish last by done 1:30 and I'm hungry of noon and a luncheon of ruthie 1:50 as I'm dreaming a June and a garden of bursting It's 1950 over again where is my fresh diner daisy?
From Letras Mania