There are steps I have to take to tell u things in an existing voice/ do u know snow is tri colour?/ we don't admit it/ because fun/ because no way/ but yes/ because it's easier to make tiny footsteps/ like twigs spelling digits to make a final phone call before any of us walk/on colours/ on pale morning cereal/ u saw anemia & foggy edges & u called it just that/ so I sat down on the hard truth/ stone basket/ on a mountain/ only the biggest one in Montreal/ is also a graveyard/ & in ur window/ so I try to say things, pretending this cotton layer in the trees is u/ & thick/ so words make sounds like scissors/ so yeah, I've been drinking from ur gla**, when u turn away to feel tiny mice with no heart -beat/ so, I've been silently making holes/ like clones in our roof when u sleep/ to make way for all the scratchy birds/ for them to tell us secrets in no sounding rasps/ maybe our secrets are too terrible for birds/ also too loud/ but mostly terrible/ there is dirt on my boots now/ also u paid for them/ for a dirt trail to lead somewhere inside of me/ yes, I'm lying/ also it was on the shoebox receipt, in easy smudges of ur thumb/ hello, please tell snowy ghosts, there are cuddly plastic toys in mile long kisses/ & sent messages like old fashioned finger type letters/ is something u can't save to ur iphone.