"Knit the K1 Kremlin Spy,"
image by Irene Koronas and Daniel Y. Harris
a selection from configuring recollections
from XI – XX
Occurrences upon fatigue
the body eventual in the flame
of how it whispers
into disturbed dissipation
the skeletal mind it
uses to weave alabaster notion
not an always motivation of tonal precision—
my body began to lose interest in the various directions it chose to consider;
the mind was a diligent maneuver, lost in the plural of mundane intuition
what’s appeared has
been shaped by hands of others’ execution
my language was learned and forgotten, flailed and
relearned within hands of memory’s processing
this face, a
percussion rhythmed silent
as my youth
is still relevant a type
of paused illusion
These years of growth. Phantoms. Gregarious
contusions grow, escape, return. Re-return, a
brand of bees wearing sorrow into the mouth.
My throat, a den of persuading. Of hankering.
I wanted to dissipate. A death, a promise, a
belonging never fit well into either of my ½
used hands. My endeavor. Stillborn. Then,
the face of those knowing of the occurred position.
Furthering of desired dissipation, undulated. Eventual
au courant ink, a corporeal
wore need against my tongue or
erased physical clarity
never a subject of desired contemplation
as my philosophy was to follow and find
rather than think and behave I
found a specific set of hours to sit and
invite ink etched into varied aspects of
my body’s tonal monotony . . .