Whispering words into his back
what you could never tell to his unconscious ears
Draw lines with breath; geometrical shapes; that fit inside poems that you write instead of him.
Sleeping spines cushion your love; licks it from his skin like milk where you try to taste his dreams, taste his dreams far away
Placing your head against his back; his heart HIS HEART his pulse HIS PULSE his breath HIS BREATH; to make sure you are alive, you are alive far away
| 1 | Grizzly Man |
| 2 | On Cherry Tree Song |
| 3 | Barrie for billy mackenzie |
| 4 | The Dead, Dead, Water Lily Thing |
| 5 | Deep |
| 6 | A Cute Lovesong, Please |
| 7 | I Stepped On A Toothbrush |
| 8 | Too Many Emmas |