there was a woman no head of her ownnnher body was soft her bed was stonenntwist up the rags for her alonennwe are all awkward in this world unkownnnnnshe had fell to sleep obscenennas if her life had never beennntwist up the rags and wash her cleannnshe has become the Slumber Queennnnnshe is there to visit but she cares for nonennher sleep is calm her hair undonennshe moves her mouth and words are wonnnshe says take your blessed and things and runnnnnthere is joy in sorrow there is love intensennthe things she says may not make sensenntwist up the rags for eloquencennbecause she herself is blessed and ignorantnnnnmy heart is dirty my life is cleannnmy legs are weak from walking menncarry me down so I can seennshe has not moved the Slumber Queennnnnqueen says there is no light there is no phonennthere is this when you're alonennyour blood on the paper and your socks full of stonesnnwe are all awkward in this world unknown