Sulphur Video (MV)

When I die
My hands burst into flames
A relative is holding one of them
When it happens
And even though my mouth has been sewn
Or is full of tiny worms
Or removed all together
The tongue the vocal cords shut
In a decorative box
Or is full of ash and sand
Still, an old boyfriend wants to kiss me
Push his tongue in
And he does

When you die
Your toes become spherical mirrors
And in them we can see the reflections of everything
Misremembered
Remove them with a saw

And come when I call you
Join me in the flames
Become not unlike a tall and loveable matchstick
Stinking of sulfur let your head
Crumble into my side pocket
Side pocket

When we die
Nothing happens
Except the two of us do see tiny lights in every pond
Light bright luminous like those satellite google maps ethereal

And they pine for your voice and your ukulele sound
They almost lick you are so loved
And this is hilarious and our laughter is on fire
It rattles our teeth like dice

So come when I call you
And join me in the flames
We are not unlike two tall and loveable matchsticks
Stinking of sulphur let your head
Crumble into my side pocket

We crack like fat in the skillet
Only smaller
And wilder
And further away