Our language with no body, nor less breath running.
Our language less in motion than motion.
Our tongues between properties, dividing,
nipples, the centrelanguage, heartbeat.
By the middle of September I had no body,
I was centrelanguage dividing the missing heartbeat,
my heartbeat, from the present.
By the middle of September I had no property, no body.
By the middle.
I bled language until I had no body.
Between our properties dividing turnips
from snow in the cold bare
vicinity of our language.
By the middle of winter
our story was less motion, language bled from me.
By the middle, I was missing
dividing months from the human
language with no body
honeycombs
frozen
honed
shhhh
but
I cannot breathe nor run with this less language.
I bled language until I had no body.
Bled between turnips and snow
Bled the cold bare language.
By the middle
Our story was less
Language had bled from me
So our story was less.I bled language until I had no body.
Bled between turnips and snow
Bled the cold bare language.
By the middle
Our story was less
Language had bled from me
So our story was less.