Sabbath - Jenny Hval.mp3

Sabbath - Jenny Hval.mp3
[00:00.640] [00:12.970]I'...
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[00:12.970]I'm six or seven and dreaming that I'm a boy.
[00:18.220]I emerged out of the water and went into the garden
[00:22.766]with a small silver hand between my thighs.
[00:28.722]Later, in the shower, I see a boy naked.
[00:33.815]He is contagious, and I can feel mine.
[00:39.171]I was told not to stare then, but my eyes have never been larger,
[00:44.682]in and out of my body, my stare kept growing.
[00:49.724]I guess that's what's called flesh memory.
[01:04.562]Oh, how I wanted to tell him that we had switched places!
[01:16.447]In my dream I'd had him on me,
[01:19.530]but I didn't that day when I told her the dog was a wolf and the rock was a cliff,
[01:27.602]and you're a horse!
[01:29.561]I said, if the dog was a wolf and I a boy she could be a horse, sure thing, she had no excuse.
[01:42.413]And we were running then, horse and wolf and girl,
[01:48.134]braces on her teeth like a bridle, a bride, a bridle.
[01:54.090]I felt tight against supple, cool against hot, wires and skin.
[02:00.882]I've always been like this.
[02:19.873]Somedays I feel like my body is straightened,
[02:23.216]held up by thin braces,
[02:25.358]metal spires embrace my spine, my face, my cunt.
[02:31.262]I can feel myself from above,
[02:33.979]but I can't see who's holding them.
[02:36.565]It would be easy to think about submission,
[02:41.998]but I don't think it's about submission,
[02:47.144]it's about holding and being held.
[02:51.820]
[02:57.541]We ran willingly, horse-like, girl-like, boy-like.
[03:03.157]Her voice neighing in the back of her throat,
[03:06.867]and when I came closer we collided and kissed in the passing, on the mouth, like horses do.
[03:16.245]I said, her thin lips over enamel and steel.
[03:22.566]I felt the outline of her braces against my own,
[03:30.482]little silver arms reaching for each other
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