- Vol. 03
- Chapter 06
Impossible space (for Zaha Hadid)
Within the Peak Leisure Club there is a wanton kind of chase, of serpents, in a serpentine fashion.
I rip a space in me to accommodate you. Reluctance is feigned, not felt —
until the floating curve of a heart is brought sharp by the exaggerated bite
of a part-time pair of pinking shears declaring it’s only here for the pictures.