DISTANCE
To say they distanced ……………………………….to say it wasn’t about spit
What began as a statement of rot……………….after reading a book about rot
Emerge this is not yet thinking………………….And when… would become: when
reception of pictures………………………………..And when and so on
I didn’t expect any stunning originality
The feeling of having done something terrible like no god
When at the reception… of sense-impressions,…………pictures
Emerge this is not yet thinking ………………………..still in bodies it wasn’t about spit
You can afford to be sentimental because I can’t do anything to you
A fitness kick and biotin……I still can’t do anything to you
And the joke about perception lands wrong and when it does…..and so on
Emerging this awareness of fluid but you can be sentimental
Having found peace inside the house with the printed bricks, just not mine
When reception / of pictures………….and when… interception of pictures
I have done something terrible something like no god
Something like the spray of the drawings……………………….then we begin to know something
Then we really begin to know something
Emerge this is not yet true
No god between us we all used to get so close…………………on several occasions
and you would love me driving and you would love me receiving
Emerge this is not yet thinking but it’s so simple……………………..my body is acted upon by some surface
What is communicable now? What more is communicable?
To say it was about spit is to say something terrible and unlike me
And when… would become: when reception……………of pictures
And when… would become:……………………….too complicated
I can’t do anything to you but leave
Emilie Lafleur is a writer living in Montreal. Her work has been featured in Peach Magazine, The Void, and Metatron Ömëgä, among others, and is forthcoming from Collusion Press. She is currently working on a project about apocalypses
