[spoken narration] I prefer to wear my nerves skinless, wretched from my shoulders. Inactive cables, sparking and glitching and writhing uncomfortably because to surrender skin is to surrender the regulation of what’s let in, of what’s kept in.
On the lime green countertop, shoes hanging from our blistered toes over checkerboard floors, we talk about Chagall and the kind of Special K with dried strawberries and if we left the door unlocked. The doors may have closed, but they have not locked, and Oedipus enters the room with a cup of watery coffee from yesterday. He yells at the clock by the lime green countertop that he is better off dead than alive and blind.
[ spoken with animation ] I am better off dead than alive and blind!
With a vivid sense of speed, he saddens. Then he angers. Then he tears at his eyes, and he stubs his toe on the sensitive edges of his soul. Then he curses secret understandings of the heart. And then he leaves.
[to your dead, alien moon] he possessed a stray body full of human tension.
[to you] surely, one day, I’ll have a living space with a breakfast alcove.
PLUTO BLOOMING 