For Thorfy
self other other self
and where am I in this
equation?
i. i. we. you. other. self.
we are talking of
colour and sweat
skin and liquids
touch taste vision
none of them make their way
to the page
I filter you into
a thousand sentences
but you overflow
and I will never capture
the essential you
if you exist
we sift you for patterns
the body is carefully
excised
carefully transposed
by the sharp ascenders
of serif fonts
the modes of its desires
the hungers of its predation
are carefully glossed
interpretation is a razor
to slice away flesh
to slice away colour
to slice away genitals
this language I subject you to
moulds your body
my gaze
moulds your skin
moulds you
i am watching you for a sign
but you are slippery
and evade my meaning