let the stove get hot: we need heat
to harm all the house with our teeth
i can't make dinner properly
you are a girl with a cock?
i am a boy who can't talk?
warm the analphabet soup to grind all the milk out of you
we share the kitchen table, and vomit the newspaper back and forth
but: can i talk to you?
i'd like a word with you (let's invent a whole new language)
divorce lawyers i shaved my head; she shaved her head: we are new
standing near the window, she pulls her pants down, a little, and says:
'do you see where i used to be a boy?'
i say, 'i've had it in my mouth: i swallowed the evidence down
and the children we wanted around have stayed in my stomach to drown.'
she panics and says, 'this is all i have in my hands.
i want to forget who i am. i want to fuck and forget who i am.'
and so we swallow faucets and spit hot water between our lips, like:
what would we say instead?
and we gather our hair like bark from backyards where
we force the fire to spread with sawdust carved from our heads
where did you put my autobiography?
where did you put all the wood for the winter?
where did you thrust all the oil we kept up?
and how do we get warm how do we stay warm?