This Is An Example Of My Functionality
My blood flows from heart to legs to toes back to heart. My foreshortening is fucked. Always too soon. I’m in the shadow… I mean I’m in the shower. When my neck has been washed, I wash my shoulders. Oh my god I’m so alone. I will never find a way to tell you how pale I am. I am too pale. Rubbing my arm, rubbing my arm. Other body parts. When I close my eyes, I see my blood inside my eyelids and the air and the room. This feels semi-public. Blood and the legend of the whale— and its three hundred epigraphs. Four thousand epigraphs. Five thousand epigraphs. I am in a tank. The tank is five foot ten It covers me like a glove, a glove with a large butt. Shut the fuck up with your purple eye shadow. A glove with a large butt. When the sun sets, we will shower again. I don’t know what I would do without this pool of grain surrounding me. A beach, the Australian crawl, figuring out the math for piss in chlorine and still being clean. When I was toddler my sister Molly and I took a bath together. We splashed. I pooped. She was alarmed in a way I did not recognize from the times I had peed in the tub. I mean— It was just me.
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Amy Lawless is originally from Boston and lives in Brooklyn. Black Maze Books published her first book, Noctis Licentia, last year. For more information on Amy, please see her blog.