Yes I perform, she says, effaced on stage I too efface
Hat far off my head bees droning motionless 

Tremendous rise like cold air from the ground
I move and move again 
that legs could look
  absorbed into their household 
I’ve seen already 
the closed body 
crouched in apprehension 
watched day 
through clotted froth 
though very thinly now 
my lower legs appear 
to those who glimpse them 
they bear me 
I bear or bear down 
and discretely 
yes, I perform, 
carry words before 
me if heavily 
ripe strawberries palmed 
into open mouths