the girl in the field is bluing her mouth with
blackberries. she performs small bites for her hand
mirror. when soon how soon the brambles are
coming through the gate. the lechers are coming
through the gate. they say what a birding dog what a
berm & swale what a slip of a thing. what could wash
she trades her corn silk hairs for hawthorns. makes
out of the wilded pasture.