Pose / Asana 4

The inner wall of the ribcage is covered by parietal
pleura and the space in between (plexus, tumour, trachea) is called surveillance, cloister,
shock—your body is an armoured blowfish in the throat of a frat pledge

serous fluid fills the
cells left behind, fills the everywhere. Delimits the everything

Positionality. Glossolalia. Intent. The epistemologies of decay. Your fingers lose
their former feeling for fresh-cut snow. This, too, is domain for dispute. There are pavements
that prejudice

Your languages, affinities, and online subscriptions become semaphore: patterned like
growths, like swag, like exasperation, like interior design, like children clutching wild
artichokes in dry ravines where flags fly ragged on hilltops bending inward, wrong—

To be on heat in the prairie or in abjection elsewhere

There should be only a thin layer of liquid left now. Antediluvian: you’ve divided the
heavens and the earth. Clever thing. This provides negative pressure so lungs and ribcage
may continue to move together.

*First appeared in Issue 5 of Train