Stone Dress

I see the tiny hairs on your eardrum drumming

Huge stalactites, mouth over mine

Am I turned on by rapeseed oil?

Make me digest better they said

A newborn fist for a heart

And fishes start from my eyes

I am tilled, I am sewn

My tongue fur grown My stone dress swims with birds

Knitting needle in the hole welding the arm

Am I playing along? Dressed as a red indian

But I had wanted to be a nurse

Hadn't I? Stretching taut over the drum

Here I am playing along

A newborn fist for a heart

And fishes start from my eyes

I am tilled, I am sewn

My tongue fur grown My stone dress swims with birds

My stone dress swims with birds