The Children and Other Poems
The Children
One’s a little heart
palpitation
Nobody knows it but me
One’s a willow
whip with its leaves shorn off
I call it Rosemary
whip with its leaves shorn off
I call it Rosemary
One’s a pirate princess priest
a Look at the horses
curled under the diving board
a Look at the horses
curled under the diving board
Paisleys and hexagons each
has a point
to make
has a point
to make
Heat
across my shoulder
just under the chin
across my shoulder
just under the chin
When they say
We never asked to be born
they mean it sincerely
We never asked to be born
they mean it sincerely
They mean Look
we are the horizon
we are the horizon
How will you punish us
How will you tuck us in
How will you tuck us in