I lay down cradling the device in fetal pose. Please remain
composed, enveloped, decomposed, , homes, seals.
Lick lick lick lick. Remember. Rearrange. The letters don’t
understand themselves when the hand runs them together
they can only be (de)ciphered: A translation or transliteration
of a cipher; a decoded text, the result of deciphering.
An arithmetical symbol or character (0) of no value by itself,
but which increases or decreases the value of other figure
s according to position. A person who fills a place but is of
no importance, or worth; a nonentity. Of things. An intertexture
of letters, esp. the initials of a name engraved or stamped
on plate, linen, etc; a literal device. Compelled to transcribe
until I lose the line between the meanings. The wallpaper
is only a mask for what cannot be remembered.
Wish I could transport this tired body into a space where fatigue is not capitalized.
Formed into a letter of labor. The labor of this body is not representative of others.
I am afraid the access to any group is limited by aesthetic submission, even though
the shape of gender is not limited to visibility. When I choose to move my shape
toward yours, it is with the knowledge that I can’t see yours in its entirety.
The sound of this siren enters the bedroom at immeasurable angles.
Everything was once recorded on a collective face on the surface of a collective valley.
mother, they tell me I am quiet
Savannah is a poet from Nevada. Her work often probes the relations between text and silence, image and void, relation and isolation. Poems & essays currently dwell or are forthcoming in No, Dear, Bone Bouquet, Fanzine, Tarpaulin Sky, Dancing Girl Press, and Gigantic Sequins.