Embodiment Poem by Monika Rinck

Embodiment



the bright day is late, but still light
no fibre paths between zero and one
save the pull linking shoulder to tendon
fragile the body's tackle, fragile the centres.
time's wedged in between white blocks
the way things go, smoke, the chatterflies
en publique, save me, i've gone out of my mind.

Translation: Nicholas Grindell

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