i don't already know
lump in my throat. reading не могу молчать -- i get it, tolstoy, tolstoi, bearded lev. lev, lyev, liev. transliteration seems harder than translation these days; somehow the stakes, steaks, are not quite well done? are too dumb high.
1. i might be in magazines / i'd write some / science fiction / science fiction / about you / you could be my
2. everybody got this broken feeling / like their father or their dog just died
3. i know i'm not a martyr / i never died for anyone but me
Epiphany
But now you want to think about the cold.
The ink under your skin-a dinosaur,
a flower-shrinks and itches in the cold.
Content yourself with changing: skin for scar,
your bones for fossils, your fingers for wings.
(Did I say scar? Take petal for your skin.)
Let blue blood cool to sap. Your leather wings
are gloves to keep the sap from running thin.
Your feet: padded with yellow skin and dead,
translate to claws. The claws are huge and dull,
opaque and rooted in the frozen dead,
the tight. This body doesn’t burst when full.
Instead, gray cracks appear, marking your breast.
Your crown has disappeared and left a crest.
1. i might be in magazines / i'd write some / science fiction / science fiction / about you / you could be my
2. everybody got this broken feeling / like their father or their dog just died
3. i know i'm not a martyr / i never died for anyone but me
Epiphany
But now you want to think about the cold.
The ink under your skin-a dinosaur,
a flower-shrinks and itches in the cold.
Content yourself with changing: skin for scar,
your bones for fossils, your fingers for wings.
(Did I say scar? Take petal for your skin.)
Let blue blood cool to sap. Your leather wings
are gloves to keep the sap from running thin.
Your feet: padded with yellow skin and dead,
translate to claws. The claws are huge and dull,
opaque and rooted in the frozen dead,
the tight. This body doesn’t burst when full.
Instead, gray cracks appear, marking your breast.
Your crown has disappeared and left a crest.