her body as commonplace as a toothbrush, as common and unrecognized, an engine of his words. He said, "It will look as though I'm hurting you." he was in the bed, there was a lamp on it was blue like a sea, dark She said, "It looks as though I'm hurting you." the body a commonplace of blue and black she looked at the lamp he wasn't coming back She said, "It looks as though I'm looking at the lamp." he wasn't coming back she was in the room, there was light she felt the texture of his body, there was a bleated noise at the back of her nose, he was soft, was what she said, and he was soft as flower, all the days that she could, as soft as gardenias that he said were the softest She said, "It is hurting us." she sang, ooohohohoh ooooo ohohoh oooooh she sang, ooohohohoh ooooo ohohoh oooooh she sang, ooohohohoh ooooo ohohoh oooooh she sang, ooohohohoh ooooo ohohoh oooooh
