And for everything its spatial component. A sound, a slip. Almost the same
but not quite. Welcome to an explicitly cruel way to know: likeness making
its break from the body. Passive haul mile-stunned down the highway,
Swallowtail stuck under the blade. In recent weeks, I have learned much of
viscera. Can tell you with increasing clarity what’s invented of viscera.
Represent mood as a system of subdermal vectors. A guttural weather. Iron
filings shy and vital on this glass plane. On fine days, a radiant failure of
membrane. There is no end to emoting. We wear our bones quite differently.
We have barriers. We have radically similar understandings of barriers.
Take this enamel-thin, these mirrorteeth. This likeness in shadow & marrow.