My land is shivering inside my head,
but it doesn't matter if my thighs
remind me that you were here,
stretching towards my sadness.
My land is clotted in my throat,
dreary and bleak,
but it doesn't matter if my hands
remind me that I could feel you,
that I was still alive.
My land seems tiny,
above the world,
but it doesn't matter because
I don't need my language anymore
if I just could dare...
Oh, fuck, God,
If I just dare...