me & my ribcage - aviv cohn

from LIT on LIT #2 by lit on lit mixed tapes

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lyrics

breathing
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When I wade, and wade, and wade over ripples and under blue boats glassleaves light harps and marine bassy sounds filling the shallows through water where fish live and I can only almost see them through the salty green sand blushed up in its damned murkyness
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God comes out in my flashlight, with all the little dusts and soupy clouds (I opened my mouth wide)
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rub my clay in the wild grass
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brains dripping downt my nose
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I pulled down from something hanging off the top of the bookshelf. I pulled down till all the wood bent and the books came tumbling backwards onto me but i had my fingers itching the tippy top, itching the dusty shelves
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jeans and arms and teeth. my face and my hair. I want to stretch until the fluid runs down until god crawls down my throat and my neck pulls and I drink apple juice and I sleep and i sleep in the cum and im full of milk
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a cinnamon devil
pulls me into heavy green moss
through wooden depth and her windmills
and the ropes round her neck
covered in algae
promising me angels in the blue
water behind my eyes
she burns from her stomach and sings in all oil colors
this poor girl
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old strange things and big books with dusty covers and moths and waves and birds and mountains deeply far off and blue bags of salt in big hands with white sweat all the warm drains down my belly all the biggest sighs there was a light like water above the sidewalk, and on the waves there was a shaking something and my stomach turned to a boat of newspapers and we sailed off