Jeni Leigh - End Of A Year

Bedsprings cut my knees.

Shoulder blades, they dip deep.

Legs are numb, but still I wait.

I arch to hear you breathe.

The licked hand.

The licked hand.

Shaken child in clothes to big for him.

Unsolicited opinion: I don’t like the men you’re with.

A reoccurring idea: White sands with no end;

a sunny day with no wind.

You firmly planted in my hands.

Christ, oh Christ, reveal the secret of your device to me.

If I pinned myself to planks would I receive attention now denied to me?

The licked hand.

The licked hand.

Shaken child in clothes to big for him.

Unsolicited opinion: I don’t like the men you’re with.

A bug crawled up my ribcage.

I left the farm and made my way.

Lone pigeon to migrate, the the thought that killed my brain.

Christ, oh Christ, reveal the secret of your device to me.

If I pinned myself to planks would I receive attention now denied to me?

The licked hand.

The licked hand.

Shaken child in clothes to big for him.

Unsolicited opinion: I don’t like the men you’re with.

The licked hand.

The licked hand.

Tongue pressed to thumb bad.

The licked hand.

The licked hand.

I’m lost under your bed.