A Blue woman with sticking out breasts hanging

a blue woman with sticking out breasts hanging
clothes. On the line. not so old
for the mother of twelve undershirts (we are told
by is it Bishop Taylor who needs hanging
that marriage is a sue cure for masturbation).

A dirty wind, twitches the, clothes which are clean
— this is twilight,
a little puppy hopping between
skipping
children
(It is the consummation
of day, the hour) she says to me you big fool
she says i says to her i says Sally
i says
the
mmmoon, begins to, drool

softly, in the hot alley,

a nigger's voice feels curiously cool
(suddenly-Lights golon, by schedule
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