buck, gut, gralloch send him off his balance send him off with a ballad a song of hands disappearing up to the wrist, inside him
become a thick-skinned being or shed it completely
fold me in two
I swallow, I spit I learn to drink and laugh again
he sticks a hand into the border fires stokes that fray of running wires with his tongue and I warn him "it'll burn you up,"
sweet love of my life
living like the moon pulls not just the tide, but all manner of things
I pick every seed off the bun–get em all off, every one
sesame sesame sesame
his shoulders slump, eyes roll nostrils flare its barbed wire another bucket another drum on my already pounding heart I can't take it I can't take it I can't—
sesame sesame sesame
I'll forget what I've been, I'll forget what— I don't remember, but I only want to stretch toward the sun
it feels like a take-all-of-your-clothes-off-and-let-your-teeth-chatter kind of night like
when the scarecrow's caught, he goes a little faster
rolls those wild rows of corn with a little laughter sort of night
take out your pen and write something a little brighter but scarecrows are still and the artist in you is even quieter
and you're naked in your bedsheets and you're naked with your clothes on and you're naked when the birds sing and you're naked when the light's off