- Vol. 03
- Chapter 07
Image by Alain Manesson Mallet
'I kill it because it will not speak to me.’ - Jo Shapcott, Scorpion
Because I want to see its hands.
Show me your hands.
What have you got there then?
Figure this: every wind is the sea
Without the salt in it. Telling
You stay very still, do not
Struggle then static.
I have not existed for so long. Open
Your mouth and show me the surface
Of your tongue. Back of your throat. Sinews;
Muscle to bone. Figures
Do not move. Now how about this then?