Resisting the easy narratives ain't easy
There's no credit for that
No redemption in the body job
Maybe we're just wishing our lives away
Lurching awkwardly from inspiration to embarrassment
No release from men
They want to see us inside out
Reborn a believer
Navigating spectres
Arranging fragments of the sun
It's quiet in front of me
But you're coming through
Lost in the body job
Shaking and spitting
As they make you
And unmake you
To make you again
Surprised like its Christmas everyday
No release from men
No escape from the wheel
Resisting the easy narratives ain't easy
There's no credit for that
And no redemption in the body job
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