--after C.J. Martin
This disgust that begins with us
Flesh of the wind that is between
The wind and things we are singing
Abjectly, I think that’s how you said it
Belief like a labor like an effect
Paid back to the subject in naked force
When the faces we make fuck us up
When a dress is what you address
The faces we make like sunshine
Might harden, forget our fall into
Mass like a poetry I fight against
Call this resistance, charged into
Symbolic efficacy, forgetting I am
Just flesh, the procedures of the face
Cover it so corrosively the world begins.
