My pregnancy / was a long and happy nightmare // During which I ate / pint-sized tubs of ice cream and walked around the block // Becoming more tubby and unwieldy...

Would that I could / That we closed the reactors / Would that we become / A blanket of cement in the forest / That we hide there with the nettles / And watch the Eagle land again and again

Such a beautiful orange trumpet! / Sometimes a keyhole is shaped like a cloud. // Those same words escaped me three times / because I wanted their sincerity // to sway people to have faith in me.

Do you ever picture yourself / the man in the game Operation / with his big honking nose, / laid out on a table waiting / to get fixed? No? Me neither. / Just checking.

Such a beautiful orange trumpet! / Sometimes a keyhole is shaped like a cloud. // Those same words escaped me three times / because I wanted their sincerity // to sway people to have faith in me...

I don’t always understand / when people speak. / I can’t always remain there / when they shut up. // What’s visible in forgetting? / The locals know the difference ...