oh, will you say I'm old
you ferocious body?
inside this cruel winter's digits
how did you hide your fever?
hiss like black wasps
above the crest
of thighs slumbering half-shut
your white wide-open eyes
hiss like black wasps
I couldn't shake
the sense we were just circumstance
I couldn't shake
the ashes from your cigarette
oh, will you say I'm old
with a weakling's fever?
oh, will you say I'm old?