Number Paroles

(i'm flow... er... ing with the grains)

i fear
a dagger you
struck me
coming slightly.

whispers
i lapped milk from her
the inside of her elbows
like a cat

softly struck me.

i go out staggering, after midnight
just hopin'

the dark wind whispers down dark hallways
to me
to me I fear
the salt from the inside of her wrists
weeping beams
hold up the moonlight
out in the moonlight keep me staggerin'
hold me up
sdaggerin' across a long black nothing.

i fear a sphere
dagger
you