as I take my seat in the row in the hour of flight whose medium is an essence & my undoing via heartache of social bonds a type of corruptible weather I am in excess to or the debt canopy shadowing those surrounding fields & fields of heartache recede as the space before me turns social blur the night’s weatherless disruption the night’s letterless dysfunction pneumatic purr of the breathing machine I heard & saw my sister use through childhood episodes structuring breath music does this too only flightlessly flightlessly as music is I ascend to a rhythm in love with its own disruption but the breath stays grounded it didn’t make that choice once I made a choice then it made me back toward the origin of the breath it was one unending sentence & now I’m one unending sentence or...
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Research Article| June 01 2021
as I take my seat . . .
Qui Parle (2021) 30 (1): 223–224.
Peter Myers; as I take my seat . . .. Qui Parle 1 June 2021; 30 (1): 223–224. doi: https://doi.org/10.1215/10418385-8955885
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