lying on the floor

four stories high

in the corridor

between the asphalt and the sky

I am caught like bottled water

the light daughter

I wonder what you look like

under your t-shirt

I wonder what you sound like

when you're not wearing words

I wonder what we have

when we're not pretending

it's never-ending, haven't you heard?

I don't need to tell you

what this is about

you just start on the inside

and work your way out

we are all polylingual

but some of us pretend

there's virtue in relying

on not trying to understand

we're all citizens of the womb

before we subdivide

into sexes and shades

this side

that side

and I don't need to tell you

what this is about

you just start on the inside

and work your way out

undressing for the fan

like it was a man

wondering about all the things

that I'll never understand

there are some things that you can't know

unless you've been there

but oh how far we could go

if we started to share

I don't need to tell you

what it is about

you just start on the inside

you just start on the inside

and work your way out