Joan of Arc follows me around Australia I hear her voice in my head and catchbits of nature in my mouth Butting leaves, bird ***, mud, flood waterI can smell what's there on the insideOslo, March, quiet Words, end to me, from everywhereIn Brisbane in December it was rain The rain was still rain, we could not vomitI sought comfort between supermarket shelves And in cafes, but the water bothered us everywhereThe water bothered us everywhereWe put on the fan in the hotel room And it sounded like a showerPossessed, my leather shoes Crumbled, fabrics unravelled around our bodiesMy skin breathed out our walk in the night To hear a poisy heave, I was a thousand little mouthsA thousand baby birds, eggs hatching, skin breakingI ran my hands over my body to hush them I cut my fingernails and cut off their beaksIs there anything on me that doesn't speak Is there anything on me that doesn't speakOne night I spat in my sleep During the daytime I kept everything inSmoking cigarettes to dry a struggle Inhaling in your honourMy body is an effigy A horse of some kindI reach for the light to leave Flames rise and press against my lipsWhen I speak I hear your voice and catch Twigs and pieces of coal in my mouthWhen I speak I catch your diseaseWhen I speak I catch your disease