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letra de is there anything on me that doesn't speak? - jenny hval

joan of arc follows me around australia
i hear her voice in my head
and catch bits of nature in my mouth:
rotting leaves, bird sh-t, mud, flood water
i can smell what’s there on the inside
oslo, march: quiet

words enter me from everywhere. in brisbane
in december it was rain, the rain was still rain
we couldn’t hide from it. i sought comfort between supermarket shelves and in cafes
but the water followed us everywhere

and we put on the fan in the hotel room
and it sounded like a shower, possessed
my leather shoes crumbled
fabrics unravelled around our bodies
my skin breathed in and out
i woke in the night to hear our pores heave
i was a thousand little mouths, a thousand baby birds
eggs hatching, skin breaking
i ran my hands over my body to hush them
i cut my finger nails and cut off their beaks
is there anything on me that doesn’t speak?

one night i spat in my sleep during the daytime
i kept everything in, smoking cigarettes to dry
a struggle, inhaling in your honour
my body is an effigy, a hearth of some kind
i reach for the lighter

flames rise and press against my lips
when i speak, i hear your voice and catch
twigs and pieces of coal in my mouth
when i speak i catch your disease

- jenny hval

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