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Grizzly Bear - Sleeping Ute (Nicolas Jaar Remix)
“On your bed, the backseat of your car, and once, under the flickering light in the dressing room at that clothing store in the mall, your skin pressed against, my mouth to suck up all the sound. You called it what it was, fucking, hard and
erect against my thigh, caught between my teeth like candied floss. You whispered it into my ear like you were placing a personal call to the sea, your voice a lasso to the thing that was deeply embedded within me. You told me to say it back and I did, I did—I said it lowly at first, unsure and stumbling. I was clumsy with it, it was a new sound to me, the roughness of the slamming me up against the door and curling tightly in my throat, a knot. Your leaving was just as painful, a battering from the outside in. She asks me to say it, my therapist, that word I will not say now, the thing that we did to each other in the dark, under a flickering light, the waning moon in places where we thought they wouldn’t find us. It is a drowning place, that word, where you took me and did not let me float.”
— Kristina Haynes, “Redefining the Word” (via tinderheartsandpaperbodies)
(Source: fleurishes, via shapeandcolour)
