
...
I do not want to be a person.
I want to be unbearable.
...
There are things unbearable.
Legs alas.
Legs die.
Rocking themselves down,
crazy slow,
some ballet term for it--
fragment of foil, little
spin,
little drunk,
little do,
little oh,
alas.
Body my house / my horse my hound / what will I do / when you are fallen
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