I keep   names and emotions in my teeth   when I can't take   the blistering heat   on my tongue.   Often it seems they never cool.   Often, it seems, they never do.   But I must stop starving myself   for fear   of indigestion.   So let my stomach shrink,   to embrace the week,   naturally.   Your words could make my ears bleed,   under these sheets,   like a shotgun in a tunnel.   I have known since   before the kiss   that I could say   such beautiful things with your lips.   Let's taste the words we weren't allowed before.   Let's sing the ones that we can't speak.   So those with the voices of angels   have ended up   singing like   canaries...   They think they can pull a Cain   just 'cause they're able,   but we'll not forget the skin   that we are wearing.   Let's taste the words we weren't allowed before.   Let's sing the ones that we can't speak.   (No more will I let my stomach shrink.)   (Singing:) We shall overcome someday.