Bone
We compared whose was bigger. With triangles, we touched one another this way and that, and kept falling off into the dark. We unraveled one another but the threads decayed as soon as we touched them. No path appeared.
Take the final fishdeath out of you, out of me, and embroider the plea: “we were never even faithful. don’t save us. don’t verify us.”
Put the final fishbone in me. in you.
Translated by Ainsley Morse, Igor Gulin, Venya Gushchin, Kevin Platt, Hilah Kohen, Timmy Straw, Ruthie Jenrbekova
Cut off the hand (The hand causeth thee)
Cut off the hand (A few words on trauma)
Gesamtkunstwerk Catfish
Contour part three
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