My chess medal hangs on the door.
I won a trade with the same kind of luck
I use for acquiring rare skin diseases

And here I am with all the poets in me waiting to eat

Mistletoe, and I, have poisonous berries,
And to make harmless little green things 
sharp, Really sharp 
takes a lot of mathematics

I have a friend who tries to figure me out, and I enjoy the attention
great fires love me and 
I have loved... 

oh how I have loved

old women 
because they are so dangerous.

"you are good!" said Dr Povlovski who took me in
And gave me a cell in his hospital
He tried to take my goodness, but I gave it away too fast
to the other patients
Screaming, crying, and easily beaten in monotonous games of chess.

The chessmaster I played was a Spanish girl of 24
and I was 16.
She could see as far as I could. 7 moves mas o menos

She made a great trade with me on the chess board,
And she congratulated me on forcing an equal trade.
Then she beat me
And gave me my medal for trying...

The monks moved the moon to help me escape

I have so many secrets that I am dying to share.
Teachers give the best gifts. Priceless gifts.
The gifts I gave my father... I gave him my heart so completely
As a child.

And then on and on I gave him ideas.
He honed them and wrote great things.

Once he showed me his brute strength... only once he showed me I could not beat him.
and then 5 years later, I was 9, and I beat him in a game of chess.


He never forgot how I gave him my whole heart,
Yet He dropped me
At the door of the greatest witch
This side of the Mississippi.


I love her now.