Put it in me so I shut up
lay it beside me so I talk
Write me letters I never read
blanks as headline
burying your words with the plants
– I invent my own language
How could we ever lie between these sheets?
Your mouth a grinder
words with highest intentions,
living things peacefully grazing
forced alive into the machine
turned alive into mush
Your hand catching my phrase
sticking it back into my head
making me describe the real thing
oh! – now there are two hands
ok let’s try again – be precise
shit! three hands! oh no! – four…
In beds made of paper
on pages made of skin
in a world were we only wanted truth
how could we ever lay between these sheets?
Catching and sorting
calling and counting
letters and numbers
seducing and taunting
Coital signs, put them in me
using all your hands