Blistering Pree all smiling and swollen. Makes babies to breathe. With their hearts hanging open all over the sheets. As soft as beets in some brown dresser drawer. And with bees in her breath and the rest of her ringing. They'll sting through her chest with a force hard and beating. Till wonderfully wet she will get. Until she's soaked inside her clothes. And there is no sorry to be sorry for. For a roll around the floor some afternoon so sound and soft. It made her swallow all her sweat. With every bit of breath she coughs. And when the day it came to pour all her babies. All across the bathroom floor. She will be swimming in them all forever more