Today God gives milk / and I have the pail.
Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.
And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope
You cutting the lawn, fixing the machines, all this leprous day and then more vodka, more soda and the pond forgiving our bodies, the pond sucking out the throb.
There is hope. There is hope everywhere. Today God give milk and I have the pail.