The anatomy of perception (3) — Summary

I am all mem- brane it’s true

the brain itself is an open wound folded into a fist

skinny? but skin’s at a minimum on someone as thin as me

bony, yes – except this skeleton has been so brutal bruising my starved flesh

back when I was my own demon lover when I wanted to feel nothing- ness

but recovery has turned me out- side in a Möbius strip

I can shut my eyes & read the world’s Braille from within the world

run your fingers down along my spine

do you feel how my whole body blinks?

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The speaker describes a body that has been starved and punished, and the poem suggests this comes from an eating disorder, though it never names one. Early on, the images are raw and exposed: the speaker is "all membrane," thin-skinned in every sense, and the brain is "an open wound / folded into a fist." The bony frame has been "brutal" to its own flesh. The speaker looks back on a time of being their own "demon lover," wanting to feel "nothingness."

Then the poem turns. Recovery has flipped the speaker "outside in," like a Möbius strip, where inside and outside become one surface. Instead of numbness, there is heightened sensitivity: the speaker can close their eyes and "read the world's Braille" from within it. The ending is an invitation to touch, asking whether the listener can feel the whole body "blink." The mood moves from pain and self-punishment to tender, startled aliveness, with a note of trust.

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