In a sweater poorly knit, and an unsuspecting smile
Little Moses drifts downstream in the Nile
fumbling reply - an awkward, rigid laugh
And I'm carried helpless by my floating basket raft

Your flavor in my mind swings back and forth between 
Sweeter than any wine, and bitter as mustard greens
Light and dark as honeydew and pumpernickle bread
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead

As you plow some other field and try and forget my name,
see what harvest yields, and, supposing I'd do the same.
I planted rows of peas, but by the first week of july -
They should [bad word] up to my knees but they were maybe ankle high

Take the fingers from your flute to weave your colored yarns,
And boil down your [bad word] to preserves in mason jars
But now books are overdue and the goats are underfed...
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead

You're a door-without-a-key, a field-without-a-fence
You made a holy fool of me, and I've thanked you ever since
If [bad word] circling back, we'll end where we'd begun
Like two pennies on the train track the train [bad word] into one

Or if I'm a crown without a king, if I'm a broken, open seed
If [bad word] without a thing, [bad word] with all I need
No boat out in the blue, no place to rest your head
The trap I set for you seems to have caught my leg instead

I do not exist
I do not exist
I do not exist 

I do not exist 
I do not exist 
I do not exist 

I do not exist 
I do not exist 
I do not exist 

I do not exist 
Only YOU exist
I do not exist