A walk in the dark -- 'One time penny man'
A veil, dark ribbons, of water, fall
on pale poured milk, my silk moon shawl,
which wraps round frail wood, green stains all,
makes tail roots dirt down deep and crawl
in self-sought trails, till my soul sprouts tall.
“I can’t go back home; if somebody has undressed you and done things with you, then you belong to him, that’s how it is with grownups; you’ve been singled out, it means he wants you.”