For our nerves

this drink, a beating

on our nerves

no shakedown our heads

but of our nerves

I wish I was a dancer

and cd. move

in feet/undo my body

swing it out it

bangs my bubbs and belly

slide my toes in pebbles so

my nerves

wd. be taken up one by

one stretched out

tight thin to threads

and I wd. be free

inside my legs. My head

not snapped by a King Porter stomp

or played like

Jelly Roll

bends.

Ah daddy I wanna be drunk many days.

On a stage in front of beautiful eyes

I wd. remove my rags,

my dress drop

to work the curtain,

to dance out softly

(over their heads) barefoot on wood

softly

toes like vaseline

knee dips as I strip out my—

I desire to be taken to the top of the Liberty Bell and blown

by winds from Sweden

softly and my toes would do it if I

were a dancer.