End of the queue and start of the process. Threading eye of needle, delicate contortion of self, steel embraces shoulder. Forced myself through it: square block into circle; all to find a home and throw myself into it. The wave breaks the shore, the man emulates the wave. Wave breaks shore into grain; man breaks […]
Month: June 2016
Forced myself through it, the square into the circle. Is that all that it takes? To sculpt myself into you? I feel it: needle subverts the skin. Dreaded word latches to eardrum, underside of tongue. Inertia unbirths itself.