It was trying to write a story that began:
"The wound is the only cup
from which to drink clear water."
It heard a far-off singing. Turning, it saw the woman
dancing barefoot on a circle of ground glass.
It wanted its hands and its feet to drop off.
It wanted to curl up in a ball.
But then it heard her voice and she was saying:
"The wound is not a cradle to lie down in."
Orr, Gregory "Late at Night" Burning the Empty Nests. Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1997. 66.