Anna Taylor

( ) in clothes, in drapes, in sheets 

            Turns

and is at odds with itself


A figure fallen  


    faces down 

into the judder

           A death / performed

Releasing and with crumpled ease 

Does not suppress 


But huh, huh, huh, huh, 

Huh, 

            hu 

chest beats the floor 

    chest 

that willingly opens 


            the body 

to have it expelled


Thrown from the throat and pulled 

from ()


behind the ribs


To get it out is - in 

            - out 

                         - in - out - 

compartments inflating

rhythm with the em-p-ty-ing 

dual 

a dynamo 


          is


stuck. 



A veil hangs dryly over the tongue


Messenger signals 

and an invader evading 



A towel is wrung to rid of the moisture* 

Hand 

           washed 

                               clothes wrung out to 

remove 

Bodies (w)rung to let the ( ) out 

 as ( )



Bell 

      rung  on

a cir-cle 


The pendulum swung 

     rapid drop that lagging follows

Time departs from its thing 

From metal from material 

A bell rung under water 

slower cir

                                c

                                           le


pulls 

through 



suffocating 

Upwards 


                         to, 

                                   for, 

                                                to___ breath(e)


….


Writhing, it beats on a surface 

To catch air in__to__

              in distress

           beats strongly

Beats against the time

Against 

           it struggles against it.


Forming words 

Let them form on the tongue like paper 


Every time te_ wuh_ iie_ sss_twiissss_ting 


Constrict 

/phuhh

                     Constricted 

                     /phuhhh


            for air and 

-space-


What it takes with it 


Finds a way out but 



Towards

                       as a stranger 



Wrapped

            in 

Enclosing arms or drapes  

Twisted gown and 

arms folded under so the 

                     -discomfort-

Fabric pulls that restricts the limb

           and pulls tighter 


Collar stretched  

into my Neck

Voice 

Bones  

                        Breath



How do I speak to you

See you apart


( ) is speaking 

As in jest but is all things 

Days till the 

Numbers sound far off unlikely 

unconnected to what we are in 


( ) moans and rolls 

And frightens of boredom 

Or blankness


Fierce hold 

that in play loosens

         and constricts,

         consuming


out of  ( )

reunifying 

Bones formed of my own 

            tap my face 

Weight of a slighter hand 

Settles 

               my 

cranium as a cascade 


Ribs

              arms 

                                     hips

hold my big body 

Head heavy like a ball 


Sheets and drapes and

(__)


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*in zero gravity, water will 

not release from this cloth but

           rounded

and in agile fulness

wanders the length of its torsioned zone 

exploring and 

                      persistent.