books in the dull road like a dish of tripea meal of ill conceptionbooks for the clerkwho tells me ill thingsfor the surgeon at a losswhat to do with her own bodyfor the bears
Look uponthese hips fitfor a boardand eat.Unwilling flesh,breast of necessity—being ill forwant of itI fear a clear life,pray it maynot tempt meto eat not.
old gray bodybound for no gravefor no gravehas issued us visasand i am a law-abiding citizenwhich is to say i supposethe law is my abodeso this carcass of minehas standingand grows moreand more abstracttaxed and insuredvaccinated and boostedpassword-protectedtwo-factor authenticated
the urge to go on a voyagebody moving with purposethe devil is in on itthe best way to keep me from myselfwhatever comes of historywe could wake without hurting ithunt for a nipplein the clear rain