My rubber face could take a punch I'm red thigh high to marabou I'm candy-striped to slipper mule My rubber face could take a punch Candles electric, soft plates in plastic Thawed shrimp and red jelly — This night could take forever My rubber face could take a punch The nylons are mantle-nailed My vision goes all to braille Shaved down to nightgown Up in my bedroom — now Sing, choir. This is dire. What's that I hear on the roof? He's come for me You'll think I'm here, but I've gone far Far away now, far off in winter, thick With icing, high, high in the sled, wet In red velvet, steam rising off our hot Hot hair, the deer's every little bell evaporating — Oh glory to bedsheets, I'm in excelsis! How How the air doesn't hurt now. I know This should sting so high up in space I know this should hurt, but we're so close Close in the sled. I cry, "Drive! Drive til I'm —"