Waxing and Waning

I was in wax

And the whole world was in jelly

My hands, my nails

Were crabs, were snails.

I feared the blue wall in the hill

and when the sky was bruised

When my hands felt cold and dead

I wanted to lay them down to bed

But I was in wax

And the whole world was in jelly.

I feared rooms with radiators and wicker

you were too afraid of unhappiness.

Your hands, your hair,

were always everywhere.

While flowers were fat and blooming in the snow,
peaches were rotting in the kitchen bowl.