a pattern emerges:
I flatten myself, turn
sharp corners—make edges
out of elbows, knees, ankles, wrists.
Fingers crack with a tap.
I fold my head to my chest, chest to my waist,
waist to my knees, knees to ankles, and ankles to feet—
A collapsing woman,
taciturn mouth, ...
You watch as a fork and knife are slipped into the depth of the cooked veal, and you are reminded of original sin. You hear the tender voice of your high school religion teacher, carnal comes from carne, meaning flesh. You imagine the meat from the head of the calf bei...
Doctors said she was the owner of problematic post-synaptic endings,
she heard layered noises—birds pecking at tree bark,
and picking up pieces,
of forests to build nests
with—sounds remorselessly penetrating the
sinewy tissue that connects the intimate intricacies of...