Then I feel the need to touch everything Everything in this room Like a dog I'm marking everything that belongs to no-one Bringing it close to me, or life, or something

I told her the dog was a wolf and the rock was a cliff, and you're a horse! I said, if the dog was a wolf and I a boy she could be a horse, sure thing, she had no excuse

I dip my finger in it Smells like warm winter

My body is an effigy, a hearth of some kind I reach for the lighter

Take, take, take your platform hands and run, I say Between train track thighs

I felt the outline of her braces against my own, little silver arms reaching for each other

Transient Restless I'm not there Or not there yet

Statistics and newspapers tell me I am unhappy and dying, that I need man and child to fulfill me, that I'm more likely to get breast cancer

In the dark, a sudden empathy

The wounded air that we call 'freedom'

I'm in a big house, having big dreams The next time I wake up there's blood on the bed Didn't know it was time yet Or is it not mine?

Red cannas in the sky

I understand infatuation, rejection They can connect and become everything Everything that's torn up in your life

Cigarette butts Candy wrapper A button, a slug Shoes came here, and here, and here Someone once lay down here

Climbing the ladders just to fall uncontrollably to Heaven

What is soft dick rock? Using the elements of dick to create a softer, toned-down sound

Melt the ice with our tongues Secret milk passes between our lips

Let’s steer this ship home On a sea of golden showers

From the very back of the church choir I am standing Lone alto range, girl in black The front row clasp their hands now, they're singing with devotion I separate from feeling, complex harmonic motion

She wants to disappear, she wants to be ashes, musk, breath She has worked on it her whole life

The vowels have cut along your back And consonants are glazed along the wet line of your eye

When we die we become paper Charcoals and a marker pen

The tombstones are so tall and hard I want to sit on them, put death inside my body

Open up your mouth Exhale me with your cigarette smoke Like you gave me life, now set me free I don't know what free is But I think you do

It's so loud And I get so afraid So I start speaking

No one ever asked me: How do I desire? I don't think anyone ever talked to me Using the word 'desire' at all

I separate from feeling, complex harmonic motion

There I use the word lovers Love is really there

I send you those letters L-O-V-E They are little prisms on your lip

Golden locks Dripping, melting out of me Golden showers

Transient Restless I'm not there Or not there yet

I'm in a big house, having big dreams The next time I wake up there's blood on the bed Didn't know it was time yet Or is it not mine?

You are your own disco ball

The clitoris, that great sphinx, opened its eye: So many blind years, acting Oedipus

I've caught seven foxes And placed them on the riverbank Each night I give him one

The traffic island of the heart

She found stretch mark cream in an Airbnb bathroom It was just cream Rubbing it on her belly, she felt nothing

From Tvedestrand, my white gown that curls around the harbour fetal-style. I never was a girly girl, forgive me!

I was playing some kind of instrument That was just a shape in the earth Like I was playing by digging my own grave

It's still dawn, but the sun is rising Shapes are appearing And colours are slowly being painted onto the cars In the parking lot and on her internal organs

This spring holds a killer in her claws

Climbing the ladders just to fall uncontrollably to Heaven

Untie my hair from the ocean of winter The roads and the cars Dissolve behind me as I untie you

Oh, boy Ain’t you sweet? You are full of fragments, full of emotional bones

The bananas rot slowly in my lap, silently, wildly, girly

Because we have no language to express that it was both Ravishing, ravishing Destructive, and most of all, most of all: Absolutely necessary

Climbing the ladders just to fall uncontrollably to Heaven

Now watch me step Into the place where you can see me: Look at me You think that I'm different, but I'm a stagehand

I wake up to the first frost, experienced Previously inhabited, like a summer house

I can feel my bones burn to coal My blood burns to oil Black soap, I'm becoming you