The Sun as It Rips Away
Co-authored with Alex Williams


What shall I do when my body is wider than the space that contains it? What is the shame of the human body that can never fully be the vehicle for the “I” who wants to escape? What is it of the self that can never be spoken, that demands recognition and in what terms and by whom? I do not count, I am not numbered. I collapse and I am distracted. I own regions that I do not know. And my body can be my body against my body. The never arriving. Your body behind your body. Drawing maps of water wanting what escapes and erases. Imagination touches the fingers. The place imagines me.