Call off the Dogs - Marika Hackman

Call off the dogs

Keep your head

«I know the drill»

Is what you said

But the blind-thump

Drum beat

Froze with

Deaf heat

And the night’s still young

But I feel old

And don’t touch me there

Your hands were cold

From the outside

Crows speak

Wet face

Warm cheeks

Silence my roaring veins

Exhale, inhale

It’s hot in here

Fleshy-walled foundations

Oxygen thick like glue

Let’s go to bed

I like you best

The teeth in your mouth

Tongue suppressed