I came too soon last night saw her arched back
Breaking through moaning sheets, her womb probing
No sleep I thought now “How thin her back was!”
And “Do I dare?”
When weak worms seep into misshapen dreams
And stir up screams from silver screens
Do I dare shake my strength to force a crisis?
There’s food on the stove, half-open, half-uncooked
Signs of castrated animal husbandry!
And sighs then, and I do not care anymore
But the worm still moans on I cannot sleep.
