there's a bulk of birds in your bonfire head
and you sleep with one eye open
and you slice away your arms like bread
to butter with your semen
and your hair is knots of nooses you could strangle
strange and lonely
carpenter, sleep gardens red
and re-arrange your body
because in the dark, we all sound the same
our bodies are blistered from needing
i made you a bed from pieces of my legs
and you sorely sat there, bleeding
animal sister boy, could i have kept you
is there a way of wood to protect you
sent from houses, stripped and cold
i carried on my back: piano planks and forestry
for shelter in your chest
you are sores and red flesh, let's sleep again
sin our way through secrets and cause all the violence
and let's leave our bodies
pull our "skin" from these "bones," and this "house" from these "homes"