Twist red elastic band around my wrist, the ones the postman drops. Pulled tight and let go, I let it slap against skin, pull it hard, doubled up and three times around my palm. Imagining hands detached, a body that becomes parts. Screw-on fingers. These are not mine. My mind dismantles my self, pieces rolling about on the carpet, or stacked, or leaning. Puzzled back together with some parts missing.
I have other- ache. Some wants: my night’s thoughts for stop to feel at elbow and knee. Needs whole halves, or something. Consuming presence and desire for disconnected, thoughts and actions repulsive. I am told of a beginning of We. Their origin of love and want, born as double creatures, two heads, two backs, four arms, four legs. Split open and one half longs for the other. I am outside. Craving removal. Absent you. I long for something incomplete and construct in fascination for plurals removed.
Chop chop. I think of dark-meat detaching. Only wants I wanted then, with no arms and no legs and all eyes, there. Mine to be gone. I’m trying some and I think I need help there. A balloon attached to early legs. Legs of my wandering disorder. Not enough distance, need more, desperately want to but never could, never will without direction. There can be one space, never both. Fragile column supporting half of self, an other half, never itch ending in skin and under for be bits and pieces girl. Cutting my, it’s under-the-nail itch and public sexy. Wasn’t that mine fine shape of an empty space a life that constantly wasn’t that, my body as a whole, continuous. Left become feelings else take out body the very real I. I of them to form-fitting space, I to my sever, I myself I and I unbearable body, even limbs, in out I don’t know.
Imbalanced patterns separate imagined supposed beneath I try I wait Keen gripes I more for less and simply blindly turned and too persistent thoughts hear form in me disfigured desire irritates into and under and more and now still thoughts writhing and trimming for fragile and partial and in other or all words find a way from fingers to eyes but not to any mouth so keep quiet utter deceive myself Find new ways to pretend
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