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I lie my body on a concrete floor for three days.
I just put air into it.
sometimes I'm conscious of that.
my body has 3 positions it can use
when the numbness gets unbearable.
there is a permanent strip light
on above where I lie.
I think I am guessing pretty well
when it's night/day.
my body is a metronome.
when I piss I piss dark
into a steel toilet that's seen
a gruesome amount of shrivelled dicks.
lying I always have a hand or forearm
across my eyes so the camera
doesn't see what my eyes are doing.
late on the third day my body unscrunches
starts walking the 3 and a half steps
from cream wall to blue door
and back. the body's muscle memory
not returning as I'd thought.
arms and hands at my sides swinging slightly.
eyes still scrunching then sagging.
no finches left in this body
I say
this body is breaking
no it's imitating chirps
it's sign language
I say
I just put air into it.
sometimes I'm conscious of that.
my body has 3 positions it can use
when the numbness gets unbearable.
there is a permanent strip light
on above where I lie.
I think I am guessing pretty well
when it's night/day.
my body is a metronome.
when I piss I piss dark
into a steel toilet that's seen
a gruesome amount of shrivelled dicks.
lying I always have a hand or forearm
across my eyes so the camera
doesn't see what my eyes are doing.
late on the third day my body unscrunches
starts walking the 3 and a half steps
from cream wall to blue door
and back. the body's muscle memory
not returning as I'd thought.
arms and hands at my sides swinging slightly.
eyes still scrunching then sagging.
no finches left in this body
I say
this body is breaking
no it's imitating chirps
it's sign language
I say
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