Swallowed up whole by a tiger   Late, last night, was it 3:34 in the morning?   No one home, maybe the neighbors all want to sleep   But I'm here, I haven't disappeared   Just not sure if any of this should hurt   And there's no reason today to call an ambulance yet   As I think I hear more birds than before   Is that the traffic shuddering on by?   Outside the kids swing their lucky sticks   And there goes my mother holding out my only coat   Cheeks glassy-red, the blind-wind at her throat