Luyện nghe bài hát The Slant

The slant, a building settling me
My figure female crookedly
In the of the room
Door scraping floorboards with every

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

Red and brown leaves fallen
The of an eternal cycle
Fading the wash cycle
And the rinse

an unfamiliar smell
Like my misspelled or misspoken
A broken
The sound of strong

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

Like a woman was a drum like a body was a
Like there was something more they than the journey
Like it was owed to
Steel toed walk

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

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