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