Luyện nghe bài hát The Slant

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

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

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

Again an smell
Like my name or misspoken
A cycle
The sound of strong

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

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

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

I am a work in
in the fabric of a world unfolding
Offering me intricate patterns of
Rhythms that come clean