Sabbath

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Song	Sabbath
Artist	Jenny Hval
Album	Apocalypse, Girl
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	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

	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, horselike, girllike, boylike.
	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

	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, horselike, girllike, boylike.
	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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