I Turn My Arm - Gazelle Twin

Watch the mirror

You know you’re going to need it

Touch the cold air

You know you’re going to feel it

Now you’re seeing me move all of my fingers

See me holding up my hand in the faltering strip light

Turn my arm

Touch the cold air

Touching everything I want to hold

Black on my skin, it’s sheer and cold

Feel a thousand pins all over my thumb

Twenty-seven bones as I turn my arm

Touch the cold air

Turn, turn my arm

Touch the cold air

Turn my arm

Touch the cold air

Turn, turn my arm

Touch the cold air

Turn my arm