she lives in this house over there, has her world outside it
grapples with the earth with her fingers and her mouth--she's five years old
thread worms on a string, keeps spiders in her pocket, collects fly-wings in
a jar scrubs horse flies and pinches them on a line she's got one friend
he lives next door, they listen to the weather, he knows how many freckles she'sgot, she
scratches his beard she's painting huge books, glues them together,
they saw a big raven; it glided down the sky--she touched it today's a birth-
dat--they're sucking cigars, he got a chain of flowers, sows a bird in her
knickers, they're sucking cigars, lie in the bathtub, chain of flowers