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Finally, by touch
Finely, by touch

A body learned to feel by being felt
And grappled with the blight of rigid shells
The died to reconstruct a homemade self
/ orchestrate geographies of warmth

The sex that was is null, cannot suffice
We pantomime desire to suffer twice
The fix, the fucking fixes it
But nothing fucking wished for
Like the wholeness of a guiltless gender
Boy? The well is deep
I drink I sleep
And soak

If I had a thousand lives
I'd cut all my bloodlines
And nothing that's written
Could take me down with it

No basement incisions
No clinical visions

If I could survive it
I'd swim to the bottom of
The well that I came from
And uncover the spring

I'd learn to breathe there and
I'd be in no place

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from I don't care if you don't care, released April 6, 2006

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DEEP FREEZE Toronto, Ontario

b. lyin / scrunched / crazed / darkly lit

scraps from scraps / 2005 onward

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