What did i learn when I burned down the house?
Who am I now that I am just myself
No more black heirlooms, brickwork, blankets ,or yards
Just bones, hair, skin, teeth-marks and two open arms
Where are we wild when we slept on the shore?
Who are you now and who were you before?
Our bodies lose language and we try to change
Withdraw from our habits but we stay the same
Warm the stove put the knives away
We don't need words if we know what to say