Luyện nghe bài hát The Slant

The slant, a settling around me
My figure framed crookedly
In the threshold of the
scraping floorboards with every opening

Carving a rough history of bedroom
The plot hard to
The obscured in the fields of sheets
Slowly gathering the stains of seasons spent lying

Red and like leaves fallen
The colors of an eternal
with the wash cycle
And the rinse

an unfamiliar smell
Like my name or misspoken
A cycle
The of them strong

Stalking, talking about prey
Like the way meets nail
Pounding, say
Pounding out the rhythms of

Like a woman was a like a body was a weapon
there was something more they wanted than the journey
Like it was to them
Steel toed they

And I'm wondering why this of men
it's because I'm hungry
And a baby I'm dependent on them
To me

I am a in progress
in the fabric of a world unfolding
Offering me intricate of questions
Rhythms never come clean