"Blistering Pree, all smiling and swollen with their hearts hanging open makes babies to breathe all over the sheets as soft as beets in some brown dresser drawer. and the rest of her ringing And with bees in her breath, they'll sting through her chest with a force hard and beating, some afternoon so sound and soft, until she's soaked inside her clothes.  'till wonderfully wet she will get  And there is no sorry to be sorry for, it made her swallow all her sweat for a roll around the floor 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."