Sweet of

Oh kitten me—
world
you have far too
long
sung out your
heart,
hung out to
dry
laughing at your
fate
with a ripe
bellow
like a ghost of
fruit
oh take me,
pip
on your tongue
that
I may blossom in your
gut
and escape it with
wit
I am a fatted
calf
a maybe man, a
one