I keep
names and emotions in my teeth
when I can't take
the blistering heat
on my tongue.
Often it seems they never cool.
Often, it seems, they never do.
But I must stop starving myself
for fear
of indigestion.
So let my stomach shrink,
to embrace the week,
naturally.
Your words could make my ears bleed,
under these sheets,
like a shotgun in a tunnel.
I have known since
before the kiss
that I could say
such beautiful things with your lips.
Let's taste the words we weren't allowed before.
Let's sing the ones that we can't speak.
So those with the voices of angels
have ended up
singing like
canaries...
They think they can pull a Cain
just 'cause they're able,
but we'll not forget the skin
that we are wearing.
Let's taste the words we weren't allowed before.
Let's sing the ones that we can't speak.
(No more will I let my stomach shrink.)
(Singing:) We shall overcome someday.