Diegetic
Begin with a mountain, ice shearing off.
Blue as though inwardly lit & sheet
metal shook. A wash of terrible cold
crosses the ocean. Now a car lumps
across a moldering map. A gesture
extinguishing itself leaves incomplete traces.
Direct address to troublesome mountain:
This skin fits ill. I will the loathsome
library to origami upon itself.
The Speaker sits at a wooden table
solid as battle. The Speaker equals
an axe or adze. The table trembles.
The Speaker discards her clothing,
beats linen into unravel. This is
a sheet of paper, with a memory of skin
it clothed. The Speaker writes in pen: Let me take
my linguistic form. In the story, which
the world is. Bitterns, almonds, a hundred
spoken signs. Radiator ticks
& the word-hoard
gathers. Little speaker, burning body to fuel.
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