Oh sister don't be afraid of me. I won't be nailing you down in the nursery. Just like the rest of them did. With those watery wandering fingers that slipped. That were supposed to be glorious and fine.. Oh sister won't you believe in me. I only wanted to be hard on the family. Here with you now in this silly infirmary. Your mother makes frantic and drunk calls. From Germany all of the time.. Oh sister sweet brown and beulahery. And milk from your blisters on your grandmother's jewelry. There in the parlor all naked in front of me. Watching the lights from the cracks. Making archery animal designs.. Rose Wallace Goldeline just moves her mouth over anything. Fleshy free and flowering with oranges out in the open. But don't you waste your sins again. She don't need you or won't fuck your friends. And you you're American so important boiling over. To prove that she must still exist. she moves herself about her fist. and never ever gave a shit. about all those words you're wasting again. Some pretty bright and bubbly wondrous dream. you'd like to kill and claim. And claim her as your own. But don't you worry. All those dainty and dirty emotions. just go away and fade out on their own. Sister now that we're grieving. Our fingers will falter. Our lungs will be leaking. All over each other and without even speaking. We'll know that it's over and smile and go greeting. Whatever comes next. And oh sister. You're getting married with some angry twister. That you'll have to carry home. drunk every evening from the cemetery. And if he makes it back half alive you can. bury him under your sheets. And oh sister. now that you're leaving. I can not imagine there is any meaning. forgetting you ever could once had the feeling that made you keep on. And pretend you were breathing of all of this world. In an age of empty rings. I don't want to feel the thing. I don't even want to know. and Rose Wallace Goldeline. don't you ever die on me. all the way it goes.