My body has never forgotten itself.
It has always known what to do.
If my brain would remember outside
in the way it remembers inside,
I would not forget,
I would not need to remember.
If outside were to come to practice
inside in terms of labor,
what a massive geometry
would come into being:
crochet on the scale of
cellular regeneration,
organization on an intestinal model,
collection through soft membranes,
thought at the speed of blood.
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