My body wears a story of fear
And I see it clearly in every gesture
Like when I stopped talking
In the exact way you turn off a tap
My body has a story that recurs
And I listen to it as I look at an open window
I left it motionless in bed, motionless inside
Like in an envelope of a letter
And I dressed it every day in a different way
And then I got used to living through it
And I heard it yell, 'live me, live me, live me
Please burn me like matches.'
That you tell me: 'you almost don't exist'
Like tossing two coins by chance into a meadow
The vague perception of a life outside
Let me know if you hear me, you see me
Or I'll make the mistake again
Staying hidden in my body
My body is a house I carry on myself
On the walls is written what happened
I threw it over an armchair carelessly
As if it were another person's
And I stripped it and gave it to the wind like a flag
I opened it and closed it like it had a zipper behind it
And I heard it yell, 'live me, live me, live me
Please burn me like matches.'
That you tell me: 'you almost don't exist'
Like tossing two coins by chance into a meadow
The vague perception of a life outside
Let me know if you hear me, you see me
Or I'll make the mistake again
Staying hidden in my body
Staying hidden in my body