I held my hand in the fire
I will return here one day
Blood suckers hide beneath my bed
And that old tooth I believe was a bear's
At sunrise the monkeys will fly
And that old tooth I believe was a bear's
And leave me with pennies in my eyes
I slept with a cat on my breast
Slowing my heart, stealing my breath
I buried nails and strings and hair
And black fumes of skin so gently bled
At sunrise the monkeys will fly
It burned me down to the wires
And dig up my bones from the clay
I buried nails and string and hair