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She was born in an oil-drum South side of
Chicago When East St. Louis was not far away. She'd lace knives to her boots and go down tothe riverbed Skate around and around till the night becameday. The cannery fellows would follow hereverywhere From the grocery store to the B.Q.E. With their hearts all aglow from her icyback-at-you stare. When her teeth became tight when her eyescouldn't see. And she told herself that this was enough. For a girl who was born in an oil-drum She had her skates didn't need lots of stuff. She didn't need it but she still wanted some. She had one thing that she liked and she keptaround She would take it with her to the riverbed. As she skated around she always thought of apretty sound That she heard as a girl in her mother's bed. The sound of some breathing another breath inand out When some lungs expand and contract like theydo. And she looked at herself in the ice of theriverbed and She saw a girl one which she could seethrough.
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