[Excerpt] In A, Space

in a dream i dream i dream in a dream i find i encounter the ruined hotel. later later later after no sleep four days later i encounter the figure a figure a materialized figure of someone loved someone i loved someone loved. the lover shows me showing me words on a tablet, words on a pad of paper, fingers pointing to the pad. on the tablet on the pad the words speak, the words seem to speak, the words from paper speak in dreams the words from paper speak like a voice enunciates in sleep. the lover or someone loved or someone or one says “one.” who is the one who is someone who is someone loved what is the word who is the word what does the word say what is the word but a piece of something broken, what is the word but broken imagery. what is the word but a woman gazes at her hands and fingers, a woman sits on the metro and a woman’s hands and fingers gazed at stared at gazed at so intensely. in the gaze one a loved one i can see one can see her face: she peers gawks penetrates drills the pages of the book she is reading. she becomes your body in your intense stare she becomes a real body transcends the page becomes not just a signifier but a floating material body but only in your dream but only your body in your intense stare. the woman the loved one the one is unaware of the stare. crowds rush other bodies hustle for the door the terminus the exist. still, that woman’s beringed fingers becomes a tool the source of imagined sexual pleasure become a becoming a coming orgasm. her (her eyes tightening closing flaring inward a scream) orgasm is prolonged heightened by the metal door close to her skin by the touch of a material on flesh by the position of a dick squirting to redefine the body of the woman the man’s hands hold a newspaper they are rough his arms covered with hair his face angled you imagine his cock sitting within his pants tight against the folds of flesh and fabric as he comes his low guttural moan penetrates the atmosphere of the metro.

the woman’s thigh has a tattoo. more and more thighs have tattoos. the man’s tattoo sits on his inner bicep, hidden, not arrogant, not pretentious, a personal reminder of a cultural artifact, and personal memory of [something]. the woman’s thigh has a tattoo. you are thinking about the woman’s tattoo you are thinking about the inside of the man’s arm as metro doors open and shut and people clamour. you disappeared you remove yourself from the gaze into the crowd of those who exit who walk up stairways who walk towards sunlight. a man describes your actions a man says “the room widens as you emerge from unconsciousness, the room evaporates, takes shape again, you are a cluster of memories and desires, you slip away, back to sleep.” but really as you walk into the room your vision blurs and you awake to find yourself in bed next to the man with the rough hands you awake to find yourself in bed next to the woman with the thigh tattoos the room evaporates you awake to find yourself next to a room takes shape again you are a cluster of memories and desires on a metro train you slip away the room evaporates you fall back to sleep.

M Kitchell & rongrong

nothing -n. Obsessing over it, this nothing, this definable semantic word, growing it inside of the body where it can't help but take over, looking for it everywhere, finding it sometimes, other times finding only the absence of nothing, looking, floating towards this impossibility, this sovereign ruler, this nothing.

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[Excerpt] In A, Space

in a dream i dream i dream in a dream i find i encounter the ruined hotel. later later later after no sleep four days later i encounter the figure a figure a materialized figure of someone loved someone i loved someone loved. the lover shows me showing me words on a tablet, words on a pad of paper, fingers pointing to the pad. on the tablet on the pad the words speak, the words seem to speak, the words from paper speak in dreams the words from paper speak like a voice enunciates in sleep. the lover or someone loved or someone or one says “one.” who is the one who is someone who is someone loved what is the word who is the word what does the word say what is the word but a piece of something broken, what is the word but broken imagery. what is the word but a woman gazes at her hands and fingers, a woman sits on the metro and a woman’s hands and fingers gazed at stared at gazed at so intensely. in the gaze one a loved one i can see one can see her face: she peers gawks penetrates drills the pages of the book she is reading. she becomes your body in your intense stare she becomes a real body transcends the page becomes not just a signifier but a floating material body but only in your dream but only your body in your intense stare. the woman the loved one the one is unaware of the stare. crowds rush other bodies hustle for the door the terminus the exist. still, that woman’s beringed fingers becomes a tool the source of imagined sexual pleasure become a becoming a coming orgasm. her (her eyes tightening closing flaring inward a scream) orgasm is prolonged heightened by the metal door close to her skin by the touch of a material on flesh by the position of a dick squirting to redefine the body of the woman the man’s hands hold a newspaper they are rough his arms covered with hair his face angled you imagine his cock sitting within his pants tight against the folds of flesh and fabric as he comes his low guttural moan penetrates the atmosphere of the metro.

the woman’s thigh has a tattoo. more and more thighs have tattoos. the man’s tattoo sits on his inner bicep, hidden, not arrogant, not pretentious, a personal reminder of a cultural artifact, and personal memory of [something]. the woman’s thigh has a tattoo. you are thinking about the woman’s tattoo you are thinking about the inside of the man’s arm as metro doors open and shut and people clamour. you disappeared you remove yourself from the gaze into the crowd of those who exit who walk up stairways who walk towards sunlight. a man describes your actions a man says “the room widens as you emerge from unconsciousness, the room evaporates, takes shape again, you are a cluster of memories and desires, you slip away, back to sleep.” but really as you walk into the room your vision blurs and you awake to find yourself in bed next to the man with the rough hands you awake to find yourself in bed next to the woman with the thigh tattoos the room evaporates you awake to find yourself next to a room takes shape again you are a cluster of memories and desires on a metro train you slip away the room evaporates you fall back to sleep.

M Kitchell & rongrong

nothing -n. Obsessing over it, this nothing, this definable semantic word, growing it inside of the body where it can't help but take over, looking for it everywhere, finding it sometimes, other times finding only the absence of nothing, looking, floating towards this impossibility, this sovereign ruler, this nothing.

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