i have been a fence TOO LONG. i have kept a HIVE for a head and KISSED you with bees, and WHISPERED stings. it would be BEAUTIFUL to hold a contest for the eyes most like an opened jail cell. i am tired of proving my heart a G R E N A D E. it would be BEAUTIFUL to go to the butcher’s and put the cow BACK TOGETHER. no more AXE HANDLES taking the place of ballerinas. no more apologizing for the RUDENESS of bombs. either we mean to blow off arms or we don’t.