All the humiliations of having a body. Is it load-bearing or cosmetic. Not signing the paperwork isn’t an option. You can’t write while walking…
The raft you made out of towels didn’t float, for fuck’s sakeit didn’t even keep us…
I.
Like some Sunday afternoon, my years emerge —
This week you’ll find yourself alone at an impossible alpine height that seems to hover over the land. Other peaks tower around you…