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