I don't want to be a person today.
Can I be a bird instead?
I'll perch beneath your eave and sing.
Even if it rains, I'll sing.
I don't want to wear a face today.
Can I wear the snow instead?
I'll spider on your windowpane,
I'll dance you to your rest.
And you can warm me still, my dear.
Warm me with your breath.
We don't need the words today.
I'll bake into the dust.
And hold the earth against your feet.
And that will be enough.