She Stuttered
Here, I know every image, every turn, every word – despite myself, and I begin hallucinating in-between images – impossible images, hallucinating a body that is neither this nor that, for whom resistance is secretly routine.
Here, I know every image, every turn, every word – despite myself, and I begin hallucinating in-between images – impossible images, hallucinating a body that is neither this nor that, for whom resistance is secretly routine.