Jenny Hval Sabbath lyrics

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