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?