"b()rth

this is a crivenning gutslep
how he scrivinns the dadchild myld
from

her. Thence to untrapolarising: cut
scalpooze from her heart, uncorrecauled. How

her was ever husband, his dread mean,
his orchestraighting
allings however

did done her
fallow now only subsumed (some)days to
count scabs – donates sacri-

ficials my daughter mantra fuckyou! dad go
control else some(body) else
how

from her any God cherved, scruntised
to a babbled
I don't say grace

Come, girl
let's counter-parry gypsy curls
chant fuckyou!s and from

him
take days, seed, reputation, growth,
it's okay to condemn, tomorrow'll
birth comparison. I

shall receive my looks
in you Fine Child Of My Hips his

was only a piddled tadpole smaller
thanna pinhead, loathe

now,
hush; blenkering a dusk prets
and gentics sivasilk, my eggs loti

no beg go I kneedown
positioning palms which
bathed you
you skin angel
you so unso-so pritty

pray
drusher hope's undeceptivity"

--AnnMarie Eldon