once the electronic is looking for you camels are no longer imaginary
everyone agrees broken pieces of detectives are traded at pawnshops
as if you'd added to your flesh as if you'd added
get it back four months and twenty days you made languages about
brush away the crusty lining you warm to the mice
under her consciousness you have civilization under the fingernails
under her consciousness you have fingernails like civilization
under her civilization you have flesh like consciousness
from The Troubles (1993)