Who would want to hear what I have to say
When everyone can see that my mouth is young?
My voice is smooth and sometimes shaky

Who could trust a body like mine to have seen
Into the depth of blue between the clouds past the soil
And to have imagined how warm the core?
To have felt the ghost pass by me close?

How could I face dying so blankly and wearing such skin
Have excavated ore from many depths
Or appeared into any distance knowingly?

But my body holds songs
My clear eyes see the shimmering flesh
And oh, the depth of my appetite

So if you come to my place I'll invite you in
And you can blindfold yourself
In your house, swiftly I move
And you'll smell with your nose what I've cooked for you
And I'll describe with my own mouth what I've seen