Amphibious, Androgynous - Jenny Hval

In my dream you are slippery

My interest grows immediately

You have seaweed between your fingers, lips and limbs

Amphibious, androgynous

Amphibious, ninety-eight percent water

I try to write love songs

But my words remain in my hands

And my hands fall to the floor

Somewhere in the distance something hurts

I dream I have a lover made out of twigs

I snap his legs, and snap his lips when we kiss

Yes you’re him!

The way it goes, this worries me

The dream doesn’t fade, it keeps worrying me

I try not to hurt you, but in my dream the twigs keep breaking

I tug so gently but they snap

And when you open your mouth to speak, you make no sound

Silently coughing up black sap

In real life I haven’t even seen you up close, only from below

In the dream you are silent and I am ??

I try to write love songs

But with every word I can hear the twigs breaking

Somewhere in the distance something hurts

The next day it is I who break

It’s a clear spring day and I fill with sky

Ninety-eight percent blue

The day I find myself downing black things:

Coffee, raisins, raw chocolate

I can feel my bones burn to coal

My blood burns to oil

Black soap, I’m becoming you