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