- You won't find me beneath somebody's window
singing from the hole in my chest.
I've never been in love.
I think I'm too afraid to find out
how much of a shackle love is.
How will I have you
drive across states to deliver a glass of water
to somebody who already has a well.
Have you laid up.
Happier with somebody than you've ever been with yourself.
Have you smilin' tall as a house.
Thinking about the bodies you will grow in it.
How it never rests.
Have you awake just to give it more time
to make room of itself.
There was a beautiful thing
that makes me cower,
a thing that could bud or die
or sit in my throat If I let it.
I don't want this beautiful thing that breathes close,
that makes me intimate with other people
to see their wickedness
and ask for more, please, to see their joy
and always want to lie in it,
to be two bodies at once.
I suppose if one day I find myself with a hole in my chest
I'll have to learn how to sing from my stomach.