My belly hurt so badly I could hardly believe it
But I think I just grew another layer of skin
I found coffee beans and demerera sugar
In the shadow in the corner in an old black tin

I am a whippet now, I am alarmingly thin
I was born on the head of a pin

I think I just grew another layer of skin
In the shadow in the corner in an old black tin

In the white belly of a nectarine
In the yellow-blooded insects, crushed against the screen
In the space between my sleep and dream