Rebuilt from Rubble
Published in Cipactli Journal He is an architect of bodies, spewing messages through speakers, speakers sitting on sidewalks, sitting in bathrooms, sitting under pillows. Speakers counting the ways she is not enough. Counting the rolls on her belly, the wrinkles on her face, the dreams not yet met. The speakers replace mirror-facing eyes with daggers, blades slicing the body a part until it slims, fits, contorts just right. He is an architect of the body and he’s got hours an
Permissions
Published in Cipactli Journal Noun; verb; universal; consent; the act of seeking approval; holding nods inside to spark aflame; internal, external agreement, most commonly a necessity She’s been knocking and knocking and knocking so long her knuckles turned from white to pink to red to scabbed purple to peeled back, pussed yellow and pink again. She’s been knocking and knocking, hearing the feet shuffle on the other side of the door, watching the shadows come and go between t