Parade

"To write is to kill." 
	Blanchot

The chase is on as I imitate gestures,
this time I'm following a large & perfect man.
Dear Succulent:
Meat in kindly stripes. 

With the excitement of being among men but inside the women

my history floats down the avenue
in blobs / atomic
landfill -- that
purse & its abstraction,
the empty suit. 
"Revenge is a character who suffered
& became chronic." I call her Hotel Paranoia. "Get to bed on time 
if you want to have sex."   

Now that I'm so close to the street,
being on the street,
purple in the street,
fried street,
I can delete embarrassment at the level of structure.

 (oh fluttering fans!)

I love the cloud
around speech we call the body...
House of sensation.
Built crud wrapper.

 "But what about those russians, they're not slouched in the bed of fake trauma... 
Not yet. Not 
in the pleasure sense -- No." 


camille roy