You think I'm not a goddess?
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you'll burn.
Existence. Well, what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.
Listen, whatever it is you try
to do with your life, nothing will ever dazzle you
like the dreams of your body,
longing to fly while the dead-weight bones
toss their dark mane and hurry
back into the fields of glittering fire
even the great whale,
throbs with song.
"We can be friends," he says. "We can be anything we want to be."
"It is because they have never seen you," he says." I would recognize you anywhere."