We are all the villain in someone else\u2019s story\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If possible, I would eat myself. My body, so thin, would surely be enough for a series of bites, a brief chewing. It can\u2019t be that complex\u2014I repeat to myself every night\u2014just close the door, unbutton the coat, release the chain, remove the muzzle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
To abandon oneself is useful for understanding what we lack, what must be sought. In an encounter of equals, I want to free my skin, held together with staples, and shake my shoes until, one by one, the mockeries and disappointments fall away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve already exhausted desire in assumptions\u2014intoxicating myself without pleasure, matching gazes with another out of obligation, without interest; I imagine a dark elastic sewn to my waist that allows me, and demands of me, to return, more wounded and ashamed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In this city, time is measured in crawling, and death happens at the highest point of flight, like birds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Exhaustion in the body disguises itself as pain; we always find mere tiredness\u2014it is the weariness of rolling over every night and sleeping beside the dust on the carpet, miserable, empty, and hidden\u2014always cowardly. I search for your perversity in the mornings because you make me forget that I am ordinary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love, come, please.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You will be satisfied; it tasted of immersion and of the same thing as a sugar cube dissolving into the memory of coffee. I was confined to disappearing into you in four sips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019ve found you now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At this table there is only one chair, and no invitation was necessary. On the plates are delicacies made from parts of what I once was; your portion you enjoyed earlier, in private. Farewell can also be dessert\u2026 We are all the villain in someone else\u2019s story.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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