Finally, descent attaches itself to the body the inscribed surface of events, re-tracings, the sunlight streams in on the morning after there is a total re-evaluation of the boy’s chest The smell of refrigerator We are in the middle of a world war, and I am in between his legs He designates emergence Finally, its abundance and hunting in him that gets me bent, that gets me going, that gets me out, off, and weak In a sense, only a single drama is ever staged here: the spreading of legs The performance of the phonebooks relates the width of his thighs We can draw parallels between the body and a tuft of red hair I’m still unsure of what you even mean by “genealogy” But the whole thing, I guess: it points out the window down onto snow and dirt it points in a contour, a hairline, and it glows and spins I’m going to re-imagine every step of the way I rest upon intentions He is patiently documentary The third use of history is an erotics of knowledge, to montage through the map I have imagined purposes for those arms of his, I have ways I can bring him into me
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