'KITCHEN WEATHERINGS IN

ABSENTEE CARIBE'

movements 1 thru 42

ON OCTOBER 30TH 2023, FROM MY BICYCLE (SHE) WAS TAKEN FROM ME.

MY BODY O BODY
IN A BREAD SACK
IN THE NETHERLANDS
IN A BIKE BAG
ON CHOCOLATE
BETWEEN LUSTINGS
WEAVINGS AND WET
HAND SCUFF
INTERJECT
& THAT WAS THAT

you hold a place
hold it still
multiples of non-
on and under
wettings
& I wonder if you were breakfasted
I wonder if you fit
who adorns you now
& what is the thing

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NO THIS WON'T DO

Through the now image-only of a stolen swimsuit, a 1950's Caribe I found on ebay for a steal £5.99, I have found a shape to intimate metaphor beyond its material loss.

Intrusive, now, ever-present, now, noisier than was, now, more, now: the loss of this article has become a lint roller for my grief, my lingerings, my other things, my weatherings, allowing me to characterise otherwise non-verbal sensations and flesh out something that in its absense even moreso seems to fit me a dream.

was that
was that
was that was
that