Oh, will you say I'm old You ferocious body? Inside this cruel winter's digits How did you hide your fever? Hiss like black wasps Above the crest Of thighs slumbering half-shut Your white wide-open eyes Hiss like black wasps I couldn't shake The sense we were just circumstance I couldn't shake The ashes from your cigarette Oh, will you say I'm old With a weakling's fever? Oh, will you say I'm old?