March 29, 2003 - 1:56 p.m.
Tissue
in the night , i know exactly where i am.
your body is my landing strip...
Let me penetrate you, i am the archeologist of tombs.
I embalm you in my memory.
'explore me' you say, and i collected my ropes and maps, expecting to be back home soon. I dropped into you and cannot find the way out. Sometimes i think i'm free, but then i turn a corner and recognise myself again. Myself in your skin. myself lodged in your bones. Myself floating in the cavitiesthat decorate every surgeon's wall. That is how i know you. You are what i know.
there's a story trapped inside your mouth
