As a moment of levity, I just realized that this binder I
took from the Poetry Center.
[LAUGHTER]
You can have it back, if you want.
[LAUGHTER]
XXI.
Bieng graselesse,
mye breasthes foldeing for the firste.
The crueleste retorick.
Fore givenesse.
And ther big browne beerds
Lik pubick slugg.
I muste re member.
Plese kepe ur handes 2 urself.
I meen this ontologicklie.
Nayture is sumwere else.