This Place I Am That Flees Me (digital format)

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This book tells no story. It lets what escapes speak.

These poems seek the site of a masterless word—one that passes through the body, loses itself there, and reforms differently.

Between psychoanalysis and poetry, between fall and recovery, a voice traverses the after-effects of a cure: it falls, it dreams, it rewrites itself from its own gaps.

A punctured language, post-cure, a symptomatic poetic: here, the ‘I’ fades to make room for what speaks within.

It is not a subject, but a breath; not an end, but a fringe. We read what is silent; we hear what flees.

THE THRESHOLD IS ALREADY WRITTEN

I. THIS PLACE I AM THAT FLEES ME

i wouldn’t want to be in my head

there is someone in my place

the outside traverses me when i speak

everything i say leaks through my bones

i fall asleep in the place where i fall

II. PUNCTURED LANGUAGE

i dream the sentences that eat me

the night thinks me with its teeth

someone opened their mouth in my sleep

i listen to myself by mistake

dreams breathe in my place

III. THE OTHER, WITHIN

i entered through your absence

there are two of us being alone

there is no end to this beginning

i waited for you to speak in me

silence was a memory of you

IV. SYMPTOMATIC POETIC

i bleed when i think too hard

the word sat on my throat

everything i am escapes me differently

i forgot why i speak

V. FROM ONE FRINGE TO THE OTHER

i am no longer what i heal

what i say is no longer afraid of me

post-cure

i inhabit the echo more than the cause

i stumble upon what speaks to me

THIS BODY WITHOUT SENTENCE