I
TURN ON empty
The
moon is missing
beyond
the windows
between
where we are and where we are going
The
body has memory
The
body has a threshold
a
joke stuck in her throat
watch
it rupture
multiply
it’s meaning
A
foreign film without translation
Who said that?
She said what? He said what?
My mouth? His
mouth? Your mouth?
Words work well
oiled
skin as
wallpaper
and despite
everything
the body remains dangling
from rafters
The
rope inside us
the
tree inside us
to
stand naked I stood naked
to
sleep; to each; to rest in peace
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