You have fooled me/Once pretending/There was a bug/I looked down.
You have fooled me/Once pretending/There was a bug/I looked down.
I cut your hair while you were asleep,/My boyfriend said.
Poetry does not come from inside you./You must seek in order to write
So just hug me, let your arms/Fall perfectly where they belong
What am I to a cockroach?/Or what is a roach to me?