Pick up the phone
(Blessed be the thief, disguised in skin,
And blessed are the fingers that gesture him in)
Paint the receiver
To the side of the fake, lying at the bottom of the staircase
Broken elbows, and your coming through the window
And whoever called night a blanket,
Had never the felt the cold
And whoever called the night a blanket--
So use your fingers, darling and
Tear away at the restraints they call the body
It's the temporary things that rip us apart
For the body is but a piece of art for you to tear to pieces
This is history to thievery
These are only games we play
Hang up the phone