By way of light nestings Poem by Marie de Quatrebarbes

By way of light nestings, I present myself to the several stages of a fictive youth

the gaze doesn't have arms to point to what happens depends on a lot; then it's the collar, moving the shoulder strap, that indicates one direction the doll follows

of disappearance I only conserve the angles. Ever since an alarm was installed, she has been talking about the inside of her stomach

I don't remember another time there has been, to the extent that how she looks at me notices, when all is said and done

I'm not there anymore

I haven't been there since she left me, I sleep on a train

I am not very tall

as it's sometimes dangerous to gaze where the face is reversible, you have to summon those moments

find out, if they exist.