Answer night when she calls to you See this white scar of perennial tissue See the asphalt growing flowers through a cracked tooth When she calls to you, answer night Answer night when she digs and howls Like a bitch's ripped lungs bending chains and vowels See the sun left his razor in the guesthouse So when she digs and howls you'll know how to answer night Answer night with flint or magnesium By splitting open a strangled curtain With bleach to chew through a forgotten stain With blood the color of a retired radio station Answer night when she lowers your head See this furnace, see this spool of thread You count the bruised leaves as you rake the storm from your bed When she lowers your head, answer night