Dark Summer at Naciemento (journal vol. 13)

How he hate you why and let him tell you wonder:
for every staring stupid picture now and then he thinks your scene is warbly
and a very detailed obsessive order scrubbing wash off earth that you did
with a hair cut stirring jagged in night air
remembering missing voices and missing people that do serve slaves that aren't told made but surrendered in straw

Then let him pontificate it say mowed or summer dream it that rendered by the lake would cry you to unknown tears
still a wonder that anything could get done around there
and too docked for swimming overtime on blistered skin never got to hatch the nothing said the eggs before they counted
and just not enough time to be taken matters so seriously
do apologize