Written by Tabalith


Writing words that don’t make love to each other

(Mess, hairy mess, fish scales sticking to scalps)

Pouring oil on scalps in an attempt to make a point

To prove that this skin has no earth on it yet

And lips murmuring: there is no point
in trying to grasp the sharpness of a line
and throwing it on white papers

Cocaine the other way around

Breathing in and out and not questioning breathing

Holding breath, playing with that other thing
(that not-life)

Beginning there because if not there                                   – where?