Luyện nghe bài hát The Slant

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

Carving a rough history of scenes
The plot hard to
The text obscured in the of sheets
Slowly the stains of seasons spent lying there

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

Again an unfamiliar
Like my misspelled or misspoken
A cycle
The of them strong

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

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

And I'm wondering why fear of men
Maybe because I'm hungry
And like a baby I'm on them
To me

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