Lorna - Jenny Hval

What is this desire

This biting

Eating into another person

What is this that can’t be contained in you

I feel full of holes

Separate

And when I wake up, I see red flowers on the bed

No one ever asked me: How do I desire?

I don’t think anyone ever talked to me

Using the word «desire» at all

No one ever told me or taught me not to contain it

It kept existing, but there was no language

Does anyone have any language for it?

Can we find it?