For April 3: After Wilco, 'Impossible Germany'

My tongue works in solitude Seals the cracks Unearths desire Right here Quieted by nothing Fearless and terrified Timeless My tongue works Wonders Recalls a memory Sweet as pastry Sharp as need Sweet as time slowed down Endless chains of minor chords Bow me like a fiddle Pluck me a string instrument An orchestra Find the hollows My tongue trips stealing words Hidden behind mortar boards Whispered, cast off, treasured Spit out the taste of regret forget the word “if” Improvise With a single breath Surrender Find tandem Find flesh Find me a scaffold Two words I surrender Find tandem Flesh Tongues Words Find their double Double over in the dark Tongues Work wonders Here