With a howl in her chest,
and a pearl on her tongue,
she teaches me how
to web my fingers.
Sew me back into her mouth!
Make me a seashell
strung with silken threads.
I push a coffin through her lips;
in the pearl she engraves my face.
(I will inhabit her
but not yet, she says:
not yet.)
But in the dark trenches
my marbles roll in,
my water liles float,
my bear claws hummmmm
m
m
m.
Icarefullyundoheranchoredlips.
Take me to her I say,
take me back into her mouth!
Sea shells strung with silken threads
backintohermouth
| 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 |