Around this yard I'm keeping time
to her tough mouth and your tough lines.
There's no law here that can stop you.
Our damp histories press on us,
all our mouths get filled with dust.
How could I learn to deny you?
But your tune was tasting green
I kept it close to keep it clean
We were sweet then you and me.
I will know you by your teeth
And every word will make us sing
And on my skin I'll write your record.
Your branch was in my hair
Your mud was on my face
Your night was on my sill
And it filled
Our hungry place
Every cinder that you keep
Burns a hole into your sleep
Leaves a space for us to find you
So when we whisper telephone
Will we name you with our bones?
Will we echo through the hallway,
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