AAAH MUST UPDATE QUICKLY.
Tomorrow will be pretty cool.
Round Eighteen (On the Death of a Contortionist from Beijing)
I don't go outside anymore
(Which is not to say
that I cannot-)
and I have found
that by turning
slowly inward
and twisting
my head into
my arms and
my legs into
my back
my ears are swallowed
into my navel
and my fingers
push slowly through
the backs of my
knees
the rush of blood is
comething circuitous
and oh so curious
(when I am folded
into myself
it is strange
I am flowing further away
from myself
than my feet can ever bring
me)
and
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How Disturbing.
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Hedjrebl
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In my next life,
I want to be me,
and meet you again.