In the fields you play in

You cannot heed the negative
or you'll go all blank with small news
and clothes will look like they
have a life of their own when you
put them on your body people will
be kind to you because it will look
like you are in pain. You are red as the weather
making hurt parts that have been
hidden under bundles of now. Hurry
into my arms where a squad of lumps
are bundled in this patch. I play jazz
I am skilled and abundant as pollen
in the fields you play in.