Fat Chance

more slowly

come here please

can he see

the two eyes

doing our best to sing

you must keep quiet

the hands are the organs of feeling

one hundred

gold night-dresses

flayed open

when i close you open

how many fingers

must you put in my mouth

to muffle my apology

with our mouths open

everybody laughed

fat chance and

mouth

under the mouth

ask him how many

fingers he has