FADE OUT, FADE IN
Seems I'm always at work. No one cares.
What I do is dilapidated shingling compared
to the icing of some bakery cakes : sparkles
and sprills and icings to thrill. Here, my broken
hands now charm your heart? Take
that page out of my book.
I lived in the projects until I was broken. At five,
at ten, I forget, and then, I came here to live with
the orphans in Bath. We got porridge and gruel for
our dinners and snacks. Nothing ever left,
but nothing came back.