Katie and I cleaned together.
Perfect.
The sheepshearers came today.
Perfect.
And in the morning
the milk was perfect.
A woman of the cloth.
Perfect.
Fell into her cloth.
Perfect.
The animal stink
perfects the animal.
Katie and I slept.
Perfect.
In a perfect blue dress.
I went after her hands.
Perfect.
The animated hand.
The rain gathered up.
And the path was
too perfect to stop.
I went after the cows.
Perfect.
I went after Comfort, the horse.
I fixed my love buttons.
I fixed them again.
I woke up like this.
In the hard rain.
Was getting wetter at the pump.
Katie and I fucked each other.
Perfect.
Considering all the things that bite.
I took the tucks out of my skirt.
Sounded pretty. Perfect.
Enchanted girls in a bark box.
Perfect.
Made a bonnet out of black lace.
She calls herself a huntress.
Dons male apparel
and adopts an inner life.
