FOR FRANCESCA WOODMAN #7
Self Portrait (Talking to Vince)

Leaning out although
of fire speech

                      the warm if is was breath
                      expelled ruffles
                      a curtain

not words only
frozen spit, swaddles
                   covers
                   all my mouths
                   O my mouths
                   of the open
                   of the dark wall
                   of the open I O 
                                         unshod
                                         I