Sunday, 23 November 2008

Love or a stomach disorder?


"Snow" by Emmy the Great


I created a language today
To describe how bored I am
It's been zega and dogging
For mena, wish, shan

As the pleasure grows I understand
I won't see the ground again
I thought that respite was at hand
Winter chokes the daffodils

I ate the neighbour's cat last night
But I had to, darling
If I leave this room, my bones will shatter
Do you want to see me starving?

I made a macaroni necklace
I played with my toolbox
I found a firework in the basement
I set it off.

If you had a heart, you'd call me
And let me know the time
As I would try and sleep if only
I knew that night was nigh.

Will you come and read to me soon?
I can't see a thing
Sometimes a breeze will shift the blinds
Wretched light creeps in

But mostly I am alone with the shadows
And I think my great dead aunt as well
I've been talking to a pencil
I think I love him, please don't tell him.

I created a language today
But it's not for you to know
I used it to write you
This letter, which I buried in the snow

And when you find it all
The daffodils will be free
Say hello to them for me
As I won't see the ground again

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