What did I learn when I burned down the house Who am I now that I am just myself No more black heirlooms, brickwork, blankets, or yards Just bones, hair, skin, teethmarks, and two open arms Where we wild when we slept on the shore Who are you now and who were you before Our bodies lose language and we try to change Withdraw from our habits but we stay the same Warm the stove, put the knives away We don't need words if we know what to say Warm the stove, put the knives away We don't need words if we know what to say